Please welcome our new blogger, Deborrah!

Deborrah B. is a work-from-home writer/blogger and social media strategist from Mesa, AZ. Though she is new in the bipolar community, she’s had Type II symptoms since high school which went undiagnosed until 2003. New to being medically-compliant, she tries to offer a humorous look at the disorder and the situations in which those diagnosed find themselves. 

A mixed episode…my latest road-trip from one pole to the other…with road food

For extra fun these last three days--I've been experiencing symptoms of a mixed episode. I am wildly rosy and ready to take charge...and simultaneously weeping uncontrollably. And unable to sleep.

I wept while I cleaned and alphabetized the pantry.

Fought back guttural sobs as I made chicken stock and spice cake.

And then I turned on my local Public Broadcasting Station. Rick Steves was in Provence. I was not. As he chatted it up with a woman living in a stone hut...A STONE HUT (!) in Aix, I was blinded by tears that splashed from my chin onto my t-shirt. I let go. THAT was supposed to be my stone hut. Rick Steves was supposed to be chatting it up with me, the ex-patriot come to France to cook, write...and keep chickens and honeybees for goodness sake!

And now, here I am, unable to slow my thoughts or keep the ones I'm able to catch. With that mild-but-unyielding headache that comes from unrest.

I have eaten badly today. Spice Cake from a box with too many ingredients I cannot pronounce. Knowing my blood pressure is all-of-a-sudden high, had coffee. Salted my quinoa/Brussel's sprouts/currant pilaf. Had absurdly-delicious California Benedict @ Crackers & Co. with Alexis. With potatoes.

And as it comes upon the hour of 5:30am, I bid you good day.