A Good Day Means Not Having to Make Excuses

I have a theory. Bipolar mania is not a bad thing, it simply needs to be maximized. My daughter can't sleep tonight, we are going to do prep work toward remodeling the dining room. Her solution--begin putting stuff in boxes so the dishes are packed away. The boys will work with dad on the painting and then I get involved in setting it up the way we want it. In a household of hyperactive p

Something must be wrong with me--for two weeks we've managed through a couple rocky moments that he didn't escalate things and I'm more off than usual. I think I'm just waiting for theother shoe to drop. My sixteen year old Bipolar son is working out of a depressive cycle and I'm drained. Sometimes I just would like to really be able to runaway and forget about all this--jus

This is all very interesting. Doug was doing great until a year ago when he had to have the prostate cancer. For the past ten months he's been high and low, angry, depressed, manic, all over themap. The urologist put him on Cialis, daily use, for the E.D. and suddenly he can have sex and he's been normal for a week. We haven't gone two days without him blowing up for ten months and

Last night, while we sleeping an 8.9 earthquake not far from Tokyo sent a tsunami over the shores of Japan and more across the Pacific. Warnings in Hawaii and the entire West coast of the U.S. Then I logged into my computer to check my email to discover one of our Veteran teachers--she was going to retire this June, died yesterday. And if it can't get any worse, I got the reminder call that

• I hate rainy days. I don't like grey days because I need sunlight for my mental health. If my brain isn't in a happy place, I have no patience for the rest of them. Little things likeDoug having a cold and whining like he always does is met with me not caring because I can't see the sun! It'll be okay, Saturday is a Manhattan day. Me and my city, spending quality time