The Next Level

Although my limited Internet access makes it hard to write every day like I’m accustomed to doing, it hasn’t escaped my notice that this blog has really taken off in the past couple of weeks. I used to be happy when it received more than 50 views per day, but lately it’s been reaching the 200s and 300s, and yesterday it got an astounding 826 views!! Thank you readers! You have really taken bpnurse to the next level and I appreciate it more than you know.

Will and I have settled in to our new surroundings with a minimum of difficulty. It’ll be awhile before i get used to being so cramped, and I seem to be sitting somewhere between hypomania and depression. I could go either way, or no way; inside I am restless and jumpy, and my feet have developed a mind of their own with frequent tapping. On the outside, though, I am unmotivated and rather glum. The mind says “Go” while the body says “No”; thoughts race, but I have little to say.

But then, it’s the dead of winter AND I just went through a major transition, so there’s no need to sound any alarm bells. It’s just how it is these days.

It doesn’t help that I can’t get my main computer to recognize the wireless device in use here at the new house. What I have had to do is compose my blog posts in Word and then type them into my phone. It’s aggravating, not just because I have to do it twice, but because I have fat fingers and I make a lot of typos.

Still, it’s worth it because I know I’m reaching people all over the world. There are a LOT of people affected by mental illness, and if reading about my life with bipolar 1 helps even one person, then I’ll keep doing this the hard way… least until I can figure out what’s wrong with the damned computer.

Thanks again and God bless you all.

Published by bpnurse

I'm a retired registered nurse and writer who also happens to be street-rat crazy, if the DSM-IV.....oops, 5---is to be believed. I was diagnosed with bipolar I disorder at the age of 55, and am still sorting through the ashes of the flaming garbage pile that my life had become. Here, I'll share the lumps and bumps of a late-life journey toward sanity.... along with some rants, gripes, sour grapes and good old-fashioned whining from time to time. It's not easy being bipolar in a unipolar world; let's figure it out together.

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