At what point in time are we not putting a boot in someones ass?
RIP dearest James Foley.
Again, at what point are we not putting a boot in someones ass?
I get peace. I don’t want to be at war, EVER.
But when do these ‘people’ have to act like human beings. You know, like you and I?
I heard there were 10 people held by these people. Whether that is true or not, who knows. It’s the media. All I know is James Foley died. In a very….well way. That’s all I know.
I guess I am just angry.
Tonight or this morning which ever one works for you, I need to know how you explain mental illness and addiction to your loved ones. Not only explain it to them but get them to understand what you are going through.
I am thoroughly frustrated. Well maybe not frustrated but want people to understand.
I know how I feel in my mind but can no longer explain it. I know how I feel in my body but can no longer explain it. I’ve explained it out the ying-yang and no one gets it.
Okay good news!
I have a doctor’s appointment to discuss medication management which means a lot since I am on none and need to be for my bipolar disorder. You have no clue. Or maybe you do. Who knows at this point.
Today my kid’s soccer season starts. I have to talk both of them into doing this!
Keep it simple y’all and have fun.
Tonight, in an AA chat room (and keep in mind this is just online) I watch so many people tell someone that was struggling that they were not sober because they were taking their prescriptions. They are Bipolar. They have alcoholism.
Should they not take care of their brain?
I was very quiet and kept it all to myself.
Really? Are people with a brain disorder not allowed to treat it because they are addicts and alcoholics? I mean really? Are we still in the 1990’s?
I shake my head tonight and hope this person is okay.
I am waiting two weeks for an appointment for someone to help me with prescriptions with Bipolar Disorder, I hope AA will still accept me because I want to be sober. SIgh.
I want people to love me no matter what…in my f2f life. I want them to stop hating me, stop yelling at me, and to stop being frustrated with everything I do.
I want unconditional love…like…enjoyment.
I feel like a Dean Koontz novel right now.