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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

The bipolar is out of the bag.

slag hills

A nice little photo to calm things down around in my head. I took that while passing through Sudbury a couple of weeks ago. I like taking photos while driving, you never know how things will turn out.

Ok, so back to the firestorm in my head. I'm Bipolar (type 2, if that matters). We all know it, it's just a fact about me. I'm nuts but in a totally Gish kind of way. And it took me a long time to accept it, and to just move on with things. Like a long time. Like, there are still little things in my head that say that maybe I'm not and the diagnosis is wrong. That's how close I am to flipping over to the other side.

And I don't really care what people are going to say about me. Fine, just say it or whatever but leave me alone. I can hack it. But when it comes to my professional ability, and reputation, I'm fierce. Like a bear protecting her family, that's how I am with my professional reputation. And I don't really know why, because in the end people are going to say what they want and really, what's the importance of a good professional reputation in the grand scheme of things (to me, it's still a lot, like the last thing I have to fall back on, no matter what) but anyway...

Ugh, I hate this. I really wanted to write about how the sealift boat is anchored off the shore now, and the whole town is abuzz with excitement of it. And how the kids are running around with these huge smiles on their faces because something is actually happening in their little town. It's really something to see. I'll post a photo of the boat later, it's really just a boat. Heh.

Anyway, One of my work colleagues has taken it upon herself to comment on the state of my personal medical information as well as my mental illness (fuck, I hate writing those words). And it pisses me off. But I don't see how I can do anything about it until something actually happens (like, I get fired or something) to complain about it. I'm trying to be proactive here. But my negative brain keeps egging me to stay quiet until the storm hits. I really don't know what, if anything there is I can do.

In other news, I had a great time on vacation and am glad to be back in Hall Beach. I picked up Bailey from his sitters and am now (im)patiently waiting for my personal belongings to arrive. They are apparently now in Iqaluit. God knows how long till they get here. But when they do, I'll have a microwave and a television again. And more than two forks. *grin*

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