Hey, My heart goes out to you. I can relate. I'm Bipolar also. They diagnosed me as manic-depressive years ago, but it still took years for a diagnosis. I'm doing much better these days, but still have my highs and lows. The combination of Lexapro and Abilify has been the greatest help. I've tried a lot of different medication combos, and I have to say that just adding Abilify has helped me greatly!
My furbabies are everything to me. They're always near. I have two terrier-mix little girls. I wouldn't even want to think of what life would be like without them. They may be dogs, but they're good for hugs, cuddling, and talking to. They've been with me through thick and thin. You're so right, they are definitely perceptive. They know when you need extra attention, and they know when to keep an eye out for you. They are definitely a blessing from God.
If you ever need to talk or just rant, feel free to write me. I hope you're feeling better.
LeJenD, you're not by yourself. I've battled depression in cycles throughout my life so far. I think in some ways, it's hereditary. As an adult, I have become convinced, that my Mom had undiagnosed Bipolar Disorder. When she was feeling "good," she'd take my brother and me to "the big town" to play all day. When she was feeling "bad," I had my hands full counseling her for hours. Who knew that wasn't a teenager's job?
Poetry has become such a balm for my soul. The depression is still there, but it seems to bring some level of relief when I put my feelings down in a poem. Amazingly enough, some of my best poetry has been written when I was depressed. The Lord has graciously given me the gift of poetry.
BTW, dogs are quite perceptive animals. Mine is lying on the floor near me as I write. I think she's a gift from God, too.
PROMPT September 11th What were you doing 20 years ago today? Of the events that transpired, what memory stays with you, almost haunts you?
Twenty years ago, 9/11/2001, a day that will live in infamy for the US and many other countries of the world. I was working at the pawn shop that my husband and I ran. Our three month old daughter was in her bouncy chair behind the counter. Work being a pawn shop, we had plenty of TVs and about five of them were plugged in and turned on. Every channel cut from normal programming with urgent news at about the same time. They show the first plane crashing into the tower. Chaos is seen over the airwaves. At first, it was just a strange happening. Then the second tower was hit by another plane. My husband calls and asks if I was watching, wild with worry and bewilderment. The baby started crying, maybe she sensed my unease. We thought the world might be coming to an end - and in a way it was. I contacted the owner of the pawn shop and was given the okay to close the shop for the day, so I locked the doors, wrote a note and taped it to the door while I waited for my husband to come and get the two of us. Before he could get there, I had a handful of people rattle the doors wanting to buy guns. I had to tell them through locked door that we were not going to open for the day due to what had just happened. I was frightened, we all were. I remember seeing the fear and confusion of all those people in New York as they ran screaming away from the towers as the explosions began and they started to collapse. We went home, turned on the television, and watched the chaos unfold before our eyes as we hid from the world, an entire country away from ground zero. And I prayed. There was nothing else I could do.
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