So for my first post, well second technically, I wanted to give you my schpeal about what brought me to the point of starting a blog at 2:00 AM…#whackjob
The past month has been kindof hell. ( ** due to the fact that one of my bosses may at some point read this I will leave my full-time job out of this for now, but I think you will get the idea REAL fast about that area of my so-called “life.”) On the personal front, I was officially diagnosed with bipolar 2, which really isn’t anything new. I have suffered from clinical depression and anxiety for years,
clinical which basically means I can’t control it, it’s chemical. Nothing a few drugs can’t fix…
To be honest, it’s kindof a relief knowing I now have an understanding of my freaky observational skills and manic episodes, as well we their not-so-fun depressed counterparts. I am an insomniac. Also not new. I have’t slept since birth. And two weeks ago I had a seizure which led to the super-fun discovery I suffer from hypoglycemia. And let me tell you, its really F*cking with my workouts (I am also a fitness-nut…mostly because Im competitive, but partly because I figure if I start getting in shape now by my next life I can be hot enough for the SI Swimsuit issue.
In order to do something productive with these late nights and manic episodes, I would start a blog and practice writing again. (Writing and Traveling for National Geographic would be my dream career, as well as one that put by international affairs/sociocultural anthropology degree to good use, awwww GDUB!) I mean honestly, who really wants to read the rainbows and butterfly fluff on your average blog? Wouldn’t you MUCH RATHER read about the trials and tribulations of a squat-obsessed twenty something trying to find the balance between <hating their life like every other young bourgeois> and <loving every second of leisure and success without having to hate their job>?
A. Open a forum on my favorite topics in life: Fashion, Travel, History, Sports, and many other random facets of culture/international affairs.
B. Describe the daily struggles of someone figuring out how to live a “normal” life with Bipolar 2. How to survive this “Bastille” of crazy emotions, insomnia, and intellect.
C. Post some great pictures of the people, places, clothing, and massive, monster dogs that make my life worth living.
I promise if you storm this bipolar bastille with me I will provide you with a ton of entertainment through “reality writing.”