On My Own

My husband had been gone for a couple of days, and I have been on my own. Normally, my father in law comes to help, but since this is a short trip, I didn’t want to ask him to come all the way down here. So, I have been toughing it out on my own.

Military wives do this all the time, but for me it is complicated by a serious case of Bipolar. Bipolar makes it hard for me to be on my own. My husband returns tonight after bedtime, and I will be so relieved when he arrives. I am not doing great.

Still, the trip was a success for me as well. I went to Mass with my daughter at her school and heard her sing. Then I had a new friend over who was absolutely fascinating. After school pickup, I took Angelica for Taco Bell. Then in the evening my new nook came. It took the men an hour to get it in the house and set up, but it’s gorgeous and homey.

Today I did a simple abstract painting on fabric. I also did a bit of abstract photography. But mostly I just laid down because I don’t feel well. Yesterday took it out of me.

My father in law may not have come to stay with us, but he has provided a listening ear for my breakdowns, which I appreciate. Being able to get by on my own sometimes is important. I don’t want to burden my family. Bipolar Disorder just makes everything so difficult, particularly because I am a rapid cycler.