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Because that's what it's all about.and no, I don't mean the Hokey Pokey! Friday, June 29, 2012. A Half a Year Later. It's been six months already? I do still miss that little dachshund girl, she left a big hole. I did, however, go to the Humane Society and adopt a little chihuahua mix named Maple two weeks later. It just wasn't the same without a small dog in my life. I changed Maple's name to Ellie and she's been glued to my hip - generally the RIGHT one this time - ever since. John is in Afghanistan no...

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My Bipolar Express

A Mile in My Shoes. My “Mobile Home”. My “Mobile Home”. I am turning a box truck into a ‘tiny home’ on wheels (aka ‘Mobile Home’). I AM fully capable of throwing crazy money away on an apartment or renting a room from the next person who might toss me out at their whim. Proudly powered by WordPress.

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mybipolarfamilydotcom | Just another WordPress.com site

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My Bipolar Friends

Tuesday, November 11, 2008. With them is horrible! You stand there nervous, you hope to God you look all right, you want to say the right things. You can't even relax because you want to do the right and most impressive thing by them. At the end of the date, hopefully they see that you are nervous or they think you're a freak. Better hope they choose the first option. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Bipolar Homosexuality | Bipolar is not Mad & Gay is not a slut – Raise Your Standards

When you desire,. More intense the desire. More severe the vulnerability. Less chances to save. Your self-esteem and dignity. When you become desirable. No matter how artificial. And pretentious it is. You give a boost to your ego. No matter how shallow. And fragile it is. You become less bothered. That made you a chooser. You overcome the hidden. And you become free. Of all chaos and demons. Image source: https:/ www.wlbfineart.com/relationships/. November 17, 2016. OCD, Anxiety and Bipolar Mania. To sh...

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My Bipolar Lives - Sometimes I'm down, sometimes I'm up!

Bull; by oliveira. My sleeping pill, zopiclon generic by a specific producer, is going out of the market for some reason. Another generic is available, but I tried it and it didn’t work at all. So we decided to move on to promethazine. It gave me munchies, superb technicolor dreams, but also very unpleasant sensation — heard about the “restless foot syndrome”? Temazepam gave me a night of amazing sleep. I slept like an angel (why do people say “sleep like a baby”? Babies don’t sleep, they scream, p...

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My Bipolar Mother | and her continuing quest to evade sanity

And her continuing quest to evade sanity. My Bipolar Grandmother – Guest post by my Daughter. Bull;June 26, 2016 • 2 Comments. There are lot of gaps in the memories of my childhood, however there are a few things I remember about my grandmother. I remember she was usually high energy, and when she was happy that was fun. I remember her screaming at my grandfather. I remember her ranting about my mother (her daughter-in-law). But, most other early childhood memories of her are fragmented. At some point, m...