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12.28.07 6:00 p.m.

Nightmares about Scott last night for the first time in a couple weeks. Yesterday I was thinking about the upcoming court date and also I had a psych visit the morning before, so maybe that's what triggered the dreams. No zombies in these dreams, me and him and a few other guys, never seen them before but I knew they were goombas cuz they had on cheap suits and spoke italian. I think maybe they all kidnapped me, and there was something about a safety deposit box that I had the key for? I didnt try to memorize it so I dont remember much.

So after all the trouble/effort of getting into the county (aka low cost) mental health program, they tell me that I was originally misdiagnosed bipolar, that I don't have ptsd, and that they aren't going to prescribe me any meds. Oh and also I dont have a drug or alcohol problem. What I do have is an adjustment disorder, and she's gonna work with me on my committment and aggression issues. So maybe I'm gonna get help with that stuff, but it's still not gonna be the kind of help I REALLY need. Don't have a drug problem...? And I'M the crazy one?


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


AFTER


WHAT'S MY NAME?!?