Bipolar Happens. Usually right on top of your head, when you're trying to get other shit done.

I have a mood disorder.

I'm Bipolar. Type II.

I probably also have anxiety disorder, but I've never bothered to ask for a diagnosis on that.

I meant this to save to a draft, but I've already published it so...what the hell. There it is. I'm going to edit it later and add some informative links and pictures and shit.

It's quiet in here, but not quiet enough.

So I'm having difficulties. I'm trying to fix them and they are taking all my energies.

Just when I thought I had something figured out...the rules seemed to change. Again. Only slightly but enough.

I don't know if I should explain more. Not that its some big secret, I'm not trying to be mysterious or tragic or anything. It's just boring. More of the same, only more more.

I have to make myself leave the house now and I don't want to. But I do want to see my sons and they are an hour away so I have to go.