Sitting here. By myself. Husband doesn’t come. Son didn’t wanna come. Almost hid in the kids classroom until it was time to start Wednesday night classes for the 3rd and 5th graders. Decided I need to stop being a hermit. I figured I’d look like a fool sitting by myself. But I’m not a fool. It makes me strong. Plus there are plenty of others. It’s a step in a different direction for me. I already stepped outside my box and decided to volunteer at church. That was a very big step for me. I’m a hermit. A recluse. I have a hard time being around people. Social anxiety. Plus they seem sort of clicks sometimes. It makes ya feel kind of weird. Not belonging. However I have to tell myself I’m not here for the people. I’m here to become closer to God. To serve Him. For Him.
I have to stop caring what people think of me. What I think people see when they look at me.
It never matters. It doesn’t change me. It doesn’t make me any different. It doesn’t make me less or more of a person. In the end I’m still me. Ashley. Bipolar. A little crazy. Possibly two personalities. Heck maybe more. Who knows! 🤷🏻♀️
So If you’re like me. Stop caring. 🛑 just be you. Embrace it. Learn to control it. But love yourself. No matter who you are.
Merry Christmas y’all.
Keep knocking. Persistently and shamelessly knock on Gods door. Consistently ask for what you want and you shall receive. I’m horrible at praying. I can’t remember to. I can’t seem to find the right time or I should say make time because I’m always tied up in a video game, Work or just plain lazy.
My vow is to keep asking for what I need and thanking Him for what he’s already given me.
I ask for the mindset I need. I’m not asking to NOT be bipolar anymore. I think the Lord has blessed me with this mind for a reason. I am bipolar mania and I married my husband who I’m pretty sure is bipolar depressive. Opposites attract right? 😆 sometimes we are completely on different ends but every once in awhile we meet in the middle. Those moments are amazing!
Hopefully one day I’ll learn to manage my mouth, my thoughts, and whatever else seems to need managing.
6 months and I haven’t posted. I also haven’t changed. I’ve found old notebooks I journaled in. I read old blogs I posts. Lord have mercy I’m just bipolar as I don’t know what. Lol
I guess medicine doesn’t really help me. I’m on trileptal. I became toxic to lithium. Weird. I get a stoned feeling off of trileptal. I guess that’s nice. 🤷🏻♀️
I don’t think I’ll ever not be bipolar. I am who I am. I guess I just have to embrace it. However as life goes on I’ve learned to recognize my symptoms of mania vs. depression more and more. I just wish I could recognize it a little better in the moment.
Christmas is here. I love Christmas time. People become more giving. A little happier. It’s always nice. Since I feed off of others emotions.
I don’t know why I stopped blogging. It def helped me. Maybe I’ll start again. I don’t know.
Well…. laters I guess. 🙂🙃 ❤️
Is there really such as thing as being too emotional. Is there really such a thing as taking everything personal. Am I too sensitive. Or are people just assholes. I’m not sensitive to those I don’t know or care about. But the ones closest to me. Words hurt. More than people know. I just cannot wrap my head around people sometimes. Is it me!? Has it always been me? Am I really that sensitive. Or are some people just straight up assholes? I can’t tell anymore. I honestly have no idea anymore. 🤔 I ponder this thought. 💭 I don’t know. Anyone have any answers for me. I think it’s the borderline personality. It has to be. It has to me being that sensitive because just wow sometimes. Fucking wow. Ok that was a bit much I’m sorry. Forgive me. I’m trying so hard to become a better person. God forgive me. Lord please help me.
Later. I guess. Meh. 💟