Why am I posting?
Why can’t I seem to get over here these days?
Why am I so depressed?
I can’t seem to get over this annoying hump in life, and then I get mad at myself because I start believing that the reason I’m not over it is because I don’t want to be over it. And then I get confused and start thinking of other things.
I’ve been blessed to meet two other bipolar scrappers in the last couple weeks. I don’t know why this encourages me, but it does. Maybe it means that if I become a total bitch again I’ll have someone to run to who understands.
I took a couple extra mintues after dinner clean-up to shine my sink. Haven’t done that in quite awhile and it looks nice.