I forgot to mention, I was hit with a new disorder just the other day. PTSD. Fun times, indeed. What reminded me was that for a second, I forgot about all my troubles tonight after doing some artwork. Paint fumes will do that to you. And coffee at midnight. Then I snapped out of my lil’ fantasy.
In any case, yup…you’re looking at a Bipolar chick who was awarded Post Traumatic Stress by way of psychotic mania and is now a recovering alcoholic because that is what she used to cope with that double whammy. Now, upgraded to a triple threat.
What next? I would hope that after 12+ years of suffering from all three, that I would have a bit of a reprieve. Say … a few years of happiness. That’s all I ask. Then I can die.