
One of the things that happens when you are manic is that you have pressured speech. That means and intense desire to talk about anything and everything and the first thought that comes into your head, unfiltered. Sometimes, that translates for me into pressured writing, once I have bored or annoyed all the people I have been talking to.
First I would like to say thank heavens for medication. If it wasn’t for medication I would already be trying to spend thousands of dollars on a new project to become the next little bipolar darling. And by that I mean I had in my head to hire Natasha Tracy as a consultant to help me navigate social media to become more visible to people with bipolar, so I could reach a wider audience. And while I think it is a great idea, I think I need to limit my spending and should I go to her, I need to put a cap on the amount that I could ask for her help.
That is my big project that mania has in the works for me. If I had lots of money, it might be reasonable. If I wanted to “come out” as bipolar it would be reasonable. But I am not yet ready to come out on Facebook and other platforms so it is definitely premature. But my slightly manic mind is telling me that is exactly what I need to do. Scream from the rooftops “I am bipolar” and get this blog into the right hands. I love those who are already following me, they have been my saving grace, and they have offered so much encouragement, and I love what I am receiving from them just as is. But I also have big dreams.
And a girl can dream, right?

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