Bipolar Disorder Support Group
Bipolar disorder is not just a single disorder, but a category of mood disorders marked by periods of abnormally high energy and euphoria, often accompanied by bouts of clinical depression. This is the place to talk about your experience with bipolar disorder, learn from others' experiences, and find support.
I have got bi polar mania Number two and I have got a weakness.I like those instant scratch tickets and so did Brad.I dont go out of the way to get them,...but sometimes when i am upset I do blow a few dollars on them.I have realized this.
I will never be a CEO.I will never have a radio talk show nor will I be a famous designer and such.People ask me how come I am so down on myself because now the average person lives until 80? I tell them look...I will be 62 years old and i do think some people are born lucky.But at my age...it would be silly to pursue these things.I grew up in a house without any money and I do remember the fights that my mom and dad had.My mother wanted a charge card(now a credit card) and she didnt know about the finance charges.Thats the way it was in the good old days.One day I came home..from school...there was water in the kitchen.I thought that it was a leak.Well,our old refrigerator broke and we had to get another one immediately.Frank (my oldest brother) told my father that he would buy us hotdogs.(chili dogs) at this place were a luxury and my father was happy that Frank offered.Do you know in the old days that my father was denied credit? It was because he never applied for it.Daddy believed in paying cash and he was so right.We finally got a refrigerator and it was a privately owned store.We had to get one that night.The meats were put in picnic coolers with dry ice,but all of the milk and eggs went bad so we had to throw the food out.This is why I check my fridge (even tho I rent) once a week.Now let me
continue.At the present time,i cant spend a great deal of money.It is tight.Brad left me with funds until October.But this is just for the rent and it is in the bank.I cant touch it.I promised Brad before he died...no gambling,trips or movies.The other day I was just so down because I saw Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.They profiled Donald Trump and you should see his bathroom! Trump has got a sink with a faucet that is 14 carat gold,.The faucet is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and it made me realize that we cant compare ourselves with famous people.Everyone wants to be a Johnny Carson.But at this stage...it is impossible.I am doing karoke again and I intend to sing once a month.I cant pay for vocal lessons now because of the death of Brad.I promised him on his deathbed that I wont lose the house and this house is more important.We must realize that housing has to
come first as of now and the other things have to wait.I would like to appear on American Idol
but Susan Boyle I aint.But I still do have my
other interests and the musuem here starts a fantastic exhibit.It is Wyeths works and he was
a very good artist and it is on display until
october.I cant reach for the stars as of yet.The
class ends in July and after that I have to work with them to get a part time job.It will take work and this place has zillions of jobs..but you set up the intereview yourself.And this experiecne has made me realize
this...Brad never loved me at all.To be a liar I
cant stand and to lie over and over again and then to take her to Red Lobster...shows that he was using me for my check which will never happen again because under no circumstances guys..am I going to part with any of my money and if you dont have it...do me a favor..dial Donald Trump and hit him for a loan.I cant bail
people out all of the time and I have to concentrate on looking good and getting this part time job.And this is more important right now and I already have places to go in July.This
is my favorite season.This is the summer and I intend to stay in this house and i cant move and Brad knew this.Why he was just so desparate shows his way of thinking....There is nothing
in the world today that would make me do such a thing and I would hurt my beloved brother Stanley...he is all I have and remem ber when you have bi polar mania..I take a nap every day because of it.I cant make any bad decisions now and I cant part with any precious money.So guys..please dont ask me to treat you to cofee or ask me for the fare for the bus.Even I can affored a 1.75 and I have to be strong for my cats and for my music which I will pursue.I will pursue this after the class and such and then things willcome into place..but spare me the lottery talk please? It depresses me.ok?
I will never be a CEO.I will never have a radio talk show nor will I be a famous designer and such.People ask me how come I am so down on myself because now the average person lives until 80? I tell them look...I will be 62 years old and i do think some people are born lucky.But at my age...it would be silly to pursue these things.I grew up in a house without any money and I do remember the fights that my mom and dad had.My mother wanted a charge card(now a credit card) and she didnt know about the finance charges.Thats the way it was in the good old days.One day I came home..from school...there was water in the kitchen.I thought that it was a leak.Well,our old refrigerator broke and we had to get another one immediately.Frank (my oldest brother) told my father that he would buy us hotdogs.(chili dogs) at this place were a luxury and my father was happy that Frank offered.Do you know in the old days that my father was denied credit? It was because he never applied for it.Daddy believed in paying cash and he was so right.We finally got a refrigerator and it was a privately owned store.We had to get one that night.The meats were put in picnic coolers with dry ice,but all of the milk and eggs went bad so we had to throw the food out.This is why I check my fridge (even tho I rent) once a week.Now let me
continue.At the present time,i cant spend a great deal of money.It is tight.Brad left me with funds until October.But this is just for the rent and it is in the bank.I cant touch it.I promised Brad before he died...no gambling,trips or movies.The other day I was just so down because I saw Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous.They profiled Donald Trump and you should see his bathroom! Trump has got a sink with a faucet that is 14 carat gold,.The faucet is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and it made me realize that we cant compare ourselves with famous people.Everyone wants to be a Johnny Carson.But at this stage...it is impossible.I am doing karoke again and I intend to sing once a month.I cant pay for vocal lessons now because of the death of Brad.I promised him on his deathbed that I wont lose the house and this house is more important.We must realize that housing has to
come first as of now and the other things have to wait.I would like to appear on American Idol
but Susan Boyle I aint.But I still do have my
other interests and the musuem here starts a fantastic exhibit.It is Wyeths works and he was
a very good artist and it is on display until
october.I cant reach for the stars as of yet.The
class ends in July and after that I have to work with them to get a part time job.It will take work and this place has zillions of jobs..but you set up the intereview yourself.And this experiecne has made me realize
this...Brad never loved me at all.To be a liar I
cant stand and to lie over and over again and then to take her to Red Lobster...shows that he was using me for my check which will never happen again because under no circumstances guys..am I going to part with any of my money and if you dont have it...do me a favor..dial Donald Trump and hit him for a loan.I cant bail
people out all of the time and I have to concentrate on looking good and getting this part time job.And this is more important right now and I already have places to go in July.This
is my favorite season.This is the summer and I intend to stay in this house and i cant move and Brad knew this.Why he was just so desparate shows his way of thinking....There is nothing
in the world today that would make me do such a thing and I would hurt my beloved brother Stanley...he is all I have and remem ber when you have bi polar mania..I take a nap every day because of it.I cant make any bad decisions now and I cant part with any precious money.So guys..please dont ask me to treat you to cofee or ask me for the fare for the bus.Even I can affored a 1.75 and I have to be strong for my cats and for my music which I will pursue.I will pursue this after the class and such and then things willcome into place..but spare me the lottery talk please? It depresses me.ok?
best of everything I've tried.