Church time

Sitting here. By myself. Husband doesn’t come. Son didn’t wanna come. Almost his 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! πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

So If you’re like me. Stop caring. πŸ›‘ just be you. Embrace it. Learn to control it. But love yourself. No matter who you are.

Merry Christmas y’all.

Laters. πŸŽ…πŸ»

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Ask for what you need.

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? πŸ˜† 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.

Laters. πŸ™πŸΌπŸ’ž

It’s been awhile. πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

Well it’s been sometime before I posted last. Good note. Headaches stopped.  Bad note. No idea why I was getting them. So get this:

Doctor says it’s stress and allergies

ER doctor said it was from stopping coffee 

Chiropractor says it’s called Upper Cross and from sitting at work all day

Neurologist said it’s Anxiety

Psychiatrist says it’s my Bipolar

Sooooooo in other words. No one knows. πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

Well I stopped getting them. But I’m back on lithium for my bipolar. I realized that no matter how aware I am of my bipolar and no matter how understanding I am I just cannot control it. So I’m back on lithium and we shall see. It’s helping quiet my mind a little bit. Leaving me feel less and less like a schizophrenic. I guess one day at a time. 

Laters ❀️