Now I can't figure out how to change my discription, but oh well. I need to write. I'm 17 days sober now. I got home from the mental hospital last night and was not doing well. I went to an AA meeting and remembered why I didn't like that place. I will try a different one tomorrow. I felt so agitated and irritated, I jumped on my husband so when I got home, I took half a xanax and a darvocet for my back, which was hurting like crazy. Life also happens. My daughter called me and I listened, but its hard being a parent. then I got my disability check, well it wasn't what I expected and now have to go back on unemployment, but hopefully no hiccups will happen cause we really need the money. I just don't want to deal with this stuff. Its different inside, you have no worries and yes you focus on you. so now I can only reaffirm what I learned, that its one day at a time. I'll go to outpatient tomorrow and will talk to my doctor about the feelings, I'm sure he...
Ramblings of a pot head, alcoholic on her journey through salivation and the recent realization of being diagnosed bipolar, starting therapy and bring up the history of physical and sexual abuse, sexual activity, identity crisis, divorce, being a single mom, being in a relationship with a manic depressive, marriage and anything else my life has to offer or that i've stuffed deep down to be recorded in this blob web log diary journal, whatever you want to call it...