I haven’t been on Tumblr all week. I’m very manic and my thoughts are racing.
The worst part about being manic for me is shopping. I have been on EBAY all week. I bought a Pandora bracelet, charms, Tiffany necklace and bracelet, Burberry scarf, a dress and family tree software. I would have bought a pair of Christian Lou Boitin shoes but I didn’t win the bid. I know my spelling is atrocious.
Now packages are arriving to my door and my family is furious. I don’t have the money for all of this stuff. Oh, I also bought a coach purse. The funny part is I’m a recluse. I have no where to go and where this stuff. But they are beautiful things.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It’s the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.
I wish my therapist and psychiatrist realized I was Bipolar in my early twenties. My happy mood from antidepressants was actually mania. After I destroyed my life, they diagnosed me Bipolar at age thirty-eight. My mother had to tell them I was Bipolar. They couldn’t figure it out. Pretty sad.