Sunday,. Funday???

This was a bad weekend for me, the 10 year anniversary of my baby brothers death. I decided to NOT do what I have the past 9 years and that was keep myself busy with several projects. Being bipolar, in my manic phase, I always start projects but never. Finish anything. This weekend was that weekend. Time to finish some things I've put on hold the past eyear while I felt sorry for myself because I had a gastric bleed and almost died. For a year I have been convinced I was dying. Well after all the hard work this weekend, I'm so exhausted I do feel that way. I will pass out tonight.