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Okay people we have a slight problem. I cannot find my "thought" book. This contains some of my inner most thoughts and disturbances, but primarily poetry (which most people can't translate properly). The last time I saw it, it was sitting on my book self waiting to have poems copied into it from the fringes of my note book paper. Apparently I moved it in an effort to actually complete this task, so now when I want to write more poems, it's not there.
What I can find is a fabulous book called Touch of Fire, about what other than "manic depressive illness and the artistic temperment." Do you have any idea how many artists in history were well generally off there rocker, but bipolar. It's awesome, but not at the same time. I'm just glad that I can relate to something when I feel this jumpy/bouncy/whatever you want to call it. These are the moments I wish I didn't bring my art stuff back home, as I could stay up for hours and hours being creative. So my outlet is poetry (and online perusing), it helps to decompress in a constructive manner. Hopefully I will "come down" after tonight, but I have a feelin' this will be a longer bout than usual. They don't say I'm a rare / different case in doctors' offices for nothing. Got to love me and my can't concentrate mind, I don't want to do this, maybe the mood stabilzers will arrive sooner than later.
I want to have people around, but no one is around. : ( I just need them to be there, in the same space as me. That's why I had trouble sleeping last night, yes Telly was home, but she doesn't give off the "comfort vibe" and certainly doesn't absorb enough of the energy I'm producing. Two people with anxiety issues, not a good combo as roomates.
What I can find is a fabulous book called Touch of Fire, about what other than "manic depressive illness and the artistic temperment." Do you have any idea how many artists in history were well generally off there rocker, but bipolar. It's awesome, but not at the same time. I'm just glad that I can relate to something when I feel this jumpy/bouncy/whatever you want to call it. These are the moments I wish I didn't bring my art stuff back home, as I could stay up for hours and hours being creative. So my outlet is poetry (and online perusing), it helps to decompress in a constructive manner. Hopefully I will "come down" after tonight, but I have a feelin' this will be a longer bout than usual. They don't say I'm a rare / different case in doctors' offices for nothing. Got to love me and my can't concentrate mind, I don't want to do this, maybe the mood stabilzers will arrive sooner than later.
I want to have people around, but no one is around. : ( I just need them to be there, in the same space as me. That's why I had trouble sleeping last night, yes Telly was home, but she doesn't give off the "comfort vibe" and certainly doesn't absorb enough of the energy I'm producing. Two people with anxiety issues, not a good combo as roomates.