<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531</id><updated>2011-12-18T00:07:39.816-05:00</updated><category term='Therapy'/><category term='Depression'/><category term='Bipolar disorder'/><category term='Meds'/><category term='The Warning'/><category term='Relationships'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Juggling'/><category term='Validation'/><category term='Crazy?'/><category term='Vulnerability'/><category term='My past'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Mixed states'/><category term='Tears'/><category term='Martyrdom'/><category term='Story of my day'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='OCD'/><category term='Mania'/><category term='Single mother'/><title type='text'>Emotional Turbulence</title><subtitle type='html'>A simple question: do we let the emotional turbulence drag us down or bring us up?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-179675469810237840</id><published>2011-12-04T16:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:07:37.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beck, "Guess I'm doing fine"</title><summary type='text'>"There's a blue bird at my windowI can't hear the songs he singsAll the jewels in heavenThey don't look the same to meI just wade the tides that turnedTill I learn to leave the past behindIt's only lies that I'm livingIt's only tears that I'm cryingIt's only you that I'm losingGuess I'm doing fineAll the battlements are emptyAnd the moon is laying lowYellow roses in the graveyardHave no time to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/179675469810237840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2011/12/beck-guess-im-doing-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/179675469810237840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/179675469810237840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2011/12/beck-guess-im-doing-fine.html' title='Beck, &quot;Guess I&apos;m doing fine&quot;'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-1278165504806432949</id><published>2011-11-13T22:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:33:12.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><summary type='text'>So, yesterday was my daughter's 11th birthday.  Yep, she just missed turning 11 on 11/11/11 by one day!  It was quite bad.What she really wanted (a cabin in the woods) had already fallen through.  And I was sick with a nasty cold.  And I was not in a great place, mentally, after the last two or three weeks anyway.First, when we woke up, I was making breakfast.  For some reason, I thought I should</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/1278165504806432949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2011/11/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1278165504806432949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1278165504806432949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2011/11/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-8978180495498886050</id><published>2011-11-07T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:35:23.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><summary type='text'>I'm re-committing.  I swear, I'm really back.  I need this.  I don't have much of an emotional outlet right now, and so I'm leaning on the world wide web again.  We'll see how it goes.  This weekend was bad.  Today was bad.  Life is bad right now.  My boyfriend and I are officially done.  We were living together for a bit (less than a year), and we broke up this summer.  He moved out.  We did the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/8978180495498886050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8978180495498886050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8978180495498886050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-3751640365958372394</id><published>2011-08-08T23:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:44:39.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long</title><summary type='text'>Hi there you little blog, you!  Maybe I should start talking here again.  I don't have many other people to talk to, so maybe this will be good again.  There's so much happening right now.  And so little.  My boyfriend and I split up.  He moved out a couple of weeks ago.  It's been dreadfully lonely.  When you don't have a job at a regular workplace, and you stay home all day with your child, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/3751640365958372394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-so-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3751640365958372394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3751640365958372394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-1093890974072668067</id><published>2010-11-28T18:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T19:03:49.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go</title><summary type='text'>Hello.  It's been a while blah blah blah.  Let me jump right in.I am not doing well.  Surprise surprise.  I was sleeping 12-14 hours a day on Geodon and still depressed; I added Citalopram (an anti-depressant) and kept sleeping, gaining weight, and had no desire for sex; so I added Welbutrin.  And then the shit hit the fan.  In the last two months or so, I probably should've been hospitalized at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/1093890974072668067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1093890974072668067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1093890974072668067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/11/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5538712582567525818</id><published>2010-04-29T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:17:51.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><summary type='text'>Wow.  I think this has been the longest hiatus so far...over two months since my last post.  I genuinely feel bad about that.  I'm not sure why, but I do.  Why so long?  Oh, I don't know.  Maybe my life has been one big hiatus over the past couple of months.  Maybe life has been that good.  Maybe my blogging life is just coming to a close.  Maybe I no longer feel creative at all.  Lost of maybes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5538712582567525818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5538712582567525818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5538712582567525818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-6443912714854276084</id><published>2010-02-20T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T18:37:16.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Geodon and other painful things</title><summary type='text'>So I upped my Geodon intake.  And I sure did feel it this morning.  I felt like a load of bricks.  I woke up and could barely keep my eyes open.  I finally got out of bed, and I could hardly stand up.  I felt like my knees were buckling under me.  My hands were tingling and shaking.  My feet wouldn't work.  I couldn't speak.  I combined taking the Geodon far too late (2:30am) with drinking too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/6443912714854276084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/geodon-and-other-painful-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6443912714854276084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6443912714854276084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/geodon-and-other-painful-things.html' title='Geodon and other painful things'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-6912667675047184787</id><published>2010-02-18T20:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:20:15.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip</title><summary type='text'>Goddammit.  I've slipped.  I'm irritated and annoyed and self-medicating with beer.  At least the beer is delicious.  I've been feeling on the hypomanic side--not sleeping well.  I've been a bit under the weather, and that helps to foil the real hypomania.  Then I took a nap today.  When I woke up, I was a different person.  I was running around frantically and spastically and I can't spell and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/6912667675047184787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/slip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6912667675047184787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6912667675047184787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/slip.html' title='Slip'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2477969013707593875</id><published>2010-02-17T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:06:04.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Braggin' Rights</title><summary type='text'>That's right.  Time to brag.  Somehow--I'm not sure how--I've snagged one of the good guys.  I know I've mentioned this before on here, but I can't say it enough.  I've got myself a good man.  And now I'm bragging about it.  I slept late this morning, and I woke up scrambling around to make it to an appointment with my psychiatrist (which went well, but we're upping the Geodon from 60 to 80 mg a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2477969013707593875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/braggin-rights.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2477969013707593875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2477969013707593875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/braggin-rights.html' title='Braggin&apos; Rights'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5865159409164421242</id><published>2010-02-15T20:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T22:30:35.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitting</title><summary type='text'>I'm a quitter, I guess.  But in the good way, I think.  I'm going to quit smoking, I hope.  Yes, that's the plan.  I've been thinking about it for a while now.  I've been cutting down.  I've been trying to pinpoint the exact reasons why I smoke in the first place.  I've tried to track the key triggers.  They are as follows:When I get up in the morning and go to sleep at nightWhen I finish a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5865159409164421242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/quitting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5865159409164421242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5865159409164421242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/quitting.html' title='Quitting'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-6008059564691822081</id><published>2010-02-10T18:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:10:06.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><summary type='text'>I hate the snow.  I really hate the snow.  I hate shoveling it, walking in it, driving in it.  I even hate seeing it.  It's not a pleasant time of year for me.  And my daughter had a snow day today, which means I had to cancel my annual exam I had scheduled.  I hate the snow.Aside from hating snow, I'm doing pretty well.  I mean, I still have up days and down days.  But the mixed states have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/6008059564691822081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6008059564691822081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6008059564691822081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-3584407685091489346</id><published>2010-02-02T15:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T16:05:34.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New day</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm super excited.  I currently have pretty long hair (for me) as it reaches almost to my bra strap location.  Maybe an inch higher.  And it's straight, and I've been rocking the blunt cut bangs.  And I'm tired of it.  I'm tired of it falling out all over the house.  I'm tired of drying it completely in the mornings.  I'm tired of tangles and mats.  I'm sick and tired of it.  So, I'm getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/3584407685091489346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3584407685091489346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3584407685091489346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-day.html' title='New day'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-8065641496805239533</id><published>2010-01-30T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:33:46.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>V-Day</title><summary type='text'>So, I'm participating in this thing called V-day, a memory, a monologue, a rant, a prayer.  There's a group of us who are reading some part of the Vagina Monologues.  We'll charge a ticket price, and all proceeds go to preventing violence against women and children.  I'm reading one called "Club" about a young woman who gets hit by a bouncer at a club.  She crumbles onto the curb, her feet in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/8065641496805239533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/v-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8065641496805239533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8065641496805239533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/v-day.html' title='V-Day'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-3481633153259141432</id><published>2010-01-28T19:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T19:42:27.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee for one</title><summary type='text'>Hip hip hooray!  The very last thing was gone today, and the key was finally returned.  It's all behind me now.  There's no chance we'll be friends, so it's really, really over.  I washed my hands of him.  As for me--yes me--how am I feeling?  Well, I suspect I'm drifting on the hypomanic side.  I went to the bookstore and bought seven books.  It didn't cost much.  But seven?  I also bought a new</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/3481633153259141432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/coffee-for-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3481633153259141432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3481633153259141432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/coffee-for-one.html' title='Coffee for one'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-9185089229135344976</id><published>2010-01-27T23:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:43:55.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All good</title><summary type='text'>I still think I made a good decision.  A really good decision breaking up with my boyfriend, and getting that toxicity out of my life.  Now I'm interested to see how my meds work.  Was so much of my angst due to bipolar?  Or was it him?  Or more aptly...us?  I did some awful things.  I threw things, I stomped my feet, I hurt myself.  I just don't want to be like that anymore.  And something had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/9185089229135344976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/9185089229135344976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/9185089229135344976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-good.html' title='All good'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-8054560916363434630</id><published>2010-01-24T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:13:20.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><summary type='text'>The censorship is over.  That's right.  Back to normal, I guess.  I broke up with my boyfriend this weekend.  He was the one censoring.  In fact, he was always trying to censor me...telling me I should be this way or that.  And now it's over.  I can be who I'm meant to be.  "He never claimed to say what he saysHe smells like the inside of closets upstairsThe kind where nobody goesDon't make me a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/8054560916363434630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8054560916363434630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8054560916363434630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-876107228204295302</id><published>2010-01-19T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:11:08.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy?</title><summary type='text'>I deleted my last post because, supposedly, I'm only supposed to talk about things with my therapist.  I guess this is no longer a place for me to express my confusion, frustration, joy, or anger.  And here's the supposed reason why I can't say the things I said: because I'm a fuck up.  Supposedly, the only reason I admitted that my boyfriend and I are on a sort of break in the deleted post is so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/876107228204295302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/876107228204295302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/876107228204295302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy.html' title='Happy?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2989299621192784647</id><published>2010-01-12T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:33:10.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrr</title><summary type='text'>I just want to scream!!  I want to throw the dishes around and scream and hurt myself.  I want this to be over.  I'm so tired of feeling this way.  I just don't know what to do.  What am I doing wrong?  Why don't I deserve to be happy?  Good question.  I see all these people who seem perfectly content with their lives.  Well, they seem that way.  Then there's me.  Will I ever be content?  Is that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2989299621192784647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/grrrrr.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2989299621192784647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2989299621192784647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/grrrrr.html' title='Grrrrr'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-8740362288820141171</id><published>2010-01-09T18:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:37:16.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blah</title><summary type='text'>I've been feeling blah lately.  I don't know if it's getting back to reality after a 2 week break down south or what.  But I'm overcome with sleep and a strong feeling of being overwhelmed.  I am.  I want to sleep when I'm not, and then I can't.  And I am.  I am overwhelmed.  The list of all the things I should be doing tosses in my mind, while I sit and do nothing.  There's no motivation.  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/8740362288820141171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8740362288820141171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8740362288820141171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-blah.html' title='Another blah'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2469006541704442859</id><published>2009-12-17T11:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:12:52.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-meeting thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling sick.  Why is it that my daughter can get sick, miss one day of school, and then be back on her feet.  And I get stuck on my ass for days?  It's not fair!! I meet with my psychiatrist today, so here's another "dry-run" post.  What shall I say?  I always start the conversation with side-effects.  Luckily, there aren't any.  I have had good moments and normal moments compared to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2469006541704442859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/pre-meeting-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2469006541704442859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2469006541704442859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/pre-meeting-thoughts.html' title='Pre-meeting thoughts'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2791555894349531307</id><published>2009-12-15T13:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:12:01.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliot Smith, "Between the Bars"</title><summary type='text'>"drink up, baby, stay up all nightthe things you could do, you won't but you mightthe potential you'll be, that you'll never seethe promises you'll only makedrink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of daysdo what I say and I'll make you okay and drive them awaythe images stuck in your headpeople you've been before that you don't want around anymorethat push and shove and won't bend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2791555894349531307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/elliot-smith-between-bars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2791555894349531307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2791555894349531307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/elliot-smith-between-bars.html' title='Elliot Smith, &quot;Between the Bars&quot;'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7372213790153462813</id><published>2009-12-14T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:53:44.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><summary type='text'>I'm bored.  Record grades.  Check.  Tally grades.  Check.  Post grades.  Check!!  Do dishes.  Check.  Wash clothes.  Check.  Put away clothes.  Check.  Cook dinner.  Check.  Now what? The internet isn't holding my attention.  TV?  It's still too early in the day for that.  The chores are done.  What next?I think I'm really concerned about what I'm going to do for the next week.  Next Monday, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7372213790153462813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7372213790153462813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7372213790153462813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-4642206940925335781</id><published>2009-12-14T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:45:10.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better?</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm starting to feel a bit better.  I've taken the klonopin a few nights, and I'm finally feeling rested.  And my sleep schedule has been a bit better--that always helps.  If only I could get up in the mornings!  That med combined with increasing the Geodon really puts a haze over my morning rituals.  Nonetheless, I think the combo is helping to get me back on track.Plus, my boyfriend was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/4642206940925335781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4642206940925335781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4642206940925335781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/better.html' title='Better?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7180193128629427737</id><published>2009-12-10T11:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:35:10.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just make it stop</title><summary type='text'>It's cold out today.  The high is supposed to be 22 degrees Fahrenheit.  I just braved it to go pick up my prescriptions.  Yes--new medications.  Well, an increase in my Geodon and some sleeping medicine called klonopin.  I've been manic and not sleeping well.  The mania is predominantly in the form of dysphoria.   The bad kind.  So, my psychiatrist recommended the klonopin temporarily to maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7180193128629427737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-cold-out-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7180193128629427737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7180193128629427737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-cold-out-today.html' title='Just make it stop'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5776726376269378676</id><published>2009-12-07T00:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:15:35.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.psycheducation.org/depression/Waves.htmI just found this interesting page.  I was blown away.  At one point, the author describes a state of "manic stupor."  I couldn't believe it.  If you don't read the article, read this: "the person would know she needed to get moving, indeed she would be thinking of many things she needed to be doing, and she might really want (in a very powerful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5776726376269378676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5776726376269378676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5776726376269378676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2638453801853744671</id><published>2009-12-04T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:45:12.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragon's fire</title><summary type='text'>I've been filled with the fire of a dragon.  If I believed in god or satan or demons or souls, I'd say I've been possessed by demons in my soul.  Oh, the anger. I feel like a different person.  The things that come out of my mouth are not me.  It's so freaking scary.  I don't know what I'll say or do next.  The fire that spews from me just hurts everyone and everything I love.  All you can do is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2638453801853744671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/dragons-fire.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2638453801853744671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2638453801853744671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/12/dragons-fire.html' title='Dragon&apos;s fire'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5870252093237534628</id><published>2009-11-19T09:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:59:18.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no idea</title><summary type='text'>I must admit, I've been having a hard time posting.  I'm not sure what it is.  Maybe I feel embarrassed of my actions lately.  Maybe I simply don't have the time.  But I suspect I feel as if my anonymous status is dwindling.  My attention span is so short, I can barely finish a post I start in the first place.  I've almost given up on this one twice now.I'm really stressed out right now.  Last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5870252093237534628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-no-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5870252093237534628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5870252093237534628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-have-no-idea.html' title='I have no idea'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2044136905384308223</id><published>2009-10-30T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:16:21.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>I need some inspiration.  I'm just so blaaah.  Well, sometimes ROAR.  But mostly blah.There's so much important stuff I want to be doing.  I need to be writing my dissertation.  It's sick, but, I want to be writing my dissertation.  But I'm caught up in the day-to-day.  Hoping each day for a solid morning set aside for my work.  And maybe there are those precious mornings; but then there's no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2044136905384308223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-some-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2044136905384308223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2044136905384308223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-some-inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-6457225830093850273</id><published>2009-10-23T09:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:24:31.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick again</title><summary type='text'>It's a quiet moment on a rainy Friday morning.  I just got the kid off to school, frantically, as we both slept late.  Now I'm thinking about breakfast and coffee.  And I'm thinking about the last several weeks.Things could be better, to say the least.  I've spent almost all of my money, had more intrusive thoughts than I've had in a long time, and two major rage-I-can't-remember-what-happened </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/6457225830093850273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-quiet-moment-on-rainy-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6457225830093850273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6457225830093850273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-quiet-moment-on-rainy-friday.html' title='I&apos;m sick again'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-3571930856779923497</id><published>2009-10-17T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T11:30:38.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a post</title><summary type='text'>Yes, here's a post.  About what?  Everything and nothing. Work health: I have too much on my plate.  I've got a stack of papers to grade, two short papers to write, and a lecture to plan today and tomorrow.  Hence the procrastination I'm conducting by posting on my blog.Physical health: I have a cold that's finally settled into my chest.  I feel like hell.  That certainly doesn't help me to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/3571930856779923497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3571930856779923497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3571930856779923497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/10/heres-post.html' title='Here&apos;s a post'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-8715785728084453786</id><published>2009-10-03T10:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:48:14.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your soul for sale?</title><summary type='text'>What would you trade your soul for (if you had a soul)?  Is there anything you would die for?  Or die on the inside for? I feel lucky that I do have something I'd trade my soul for.  I'd trade my soul in a second if my daughter needed it.  She'd hate me for that, though.  She's convinced that if anyone ought to do the trading, it ought to be her.  She couldn't possibly live without me, she cries!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/8715785728084453786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-your-soul-for-sale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8715785728084453786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8715785728084453786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-your-soul-for-sale.html' title='Is your soul for sale?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5065253503789936364</id><published>2009-09-19T10:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T10:49:46.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my day'/><title type='text'>Rant</title><summary type='text'>Today is a day for ranting.  The primary target is OSU.  They have, once again, f-ed up my life. Last summer, the university switched to a new web interface.  This should not have been done.  They should've waited until all these life-altering bugs were worked out.  But no!  A deadline is a deadline! For the second quarter in a row, I'm going broke because of this new web interface.  For the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5065253503789936364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/09/rant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5065253503789936364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5065253503789936364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/09/rant.html' title='Rant'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5757578707270099149</id><published>2009-09-15T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:45:39.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><summary type='text'>What do I think of humanity?  I'd like to think that humans are mostly good.  We have good intentions, don't we? I don't dabble in politics much.  I'm not a fan of empty rhetoric and fear mongering.  I have enough ups and downs in my own life to follow the various "crises" and resultant band aids of politics.  I don't like to stand by and watch the spectacle of human beings turned mysteriously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5757578707270099149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/09/humanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5757578707270099149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5757578707270099149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/09/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7095631272615103842</id><published>2009-09-09T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:22:24.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surreal</title><summary type='text'>The last few days have been surreal.  I've had two people close to me be in the hospital.  I, of course, won't mention names.  But a woman in her mid-fifties had a urinary tract infection that spread to her brain.  It caused aphasia (searching for a word like "hurt" but instead saying something like "sleep") and other mental problems.  Crazy how a usually simple infection can do so much damage.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7095631272615103842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/09/surreal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7095631272615103842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7095631272615103842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/09/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-3449013687224160355</id><published>2009-09-07T18:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:09:30.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixed states'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><title type='text'>Flaming Heart</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Garamond; 	panose-1:2 2 4 4 3 3 1 1 8 3; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:roman; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/3449013687224160355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/09/flaming-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3449013687224160355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3449013687224160355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/09/flaming-heart.html' title='Flaming Heart'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-987149776907542408</id><published>2009-08-28T13:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:09:55.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My birthday is less than a week away, and I certainly have a case of the "birthday blues."  It's not because I'm getting older--that I don't mind.  You're as young as you feel, and I look forward to the future.  It's more about the fear that no one really cares that I was ever born.  I know, I'm being paranoid and feeling worthless.  But still...There have been years where no one but my mother </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/987149776907542408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-birthday-is-less-than-week-away-and.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/987149776907542408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/987149776907542408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-birthday-is-less-than-week-away-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-3351883565864575583</id><published>2009-08-25T13:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:10:27.385-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juggling'/><title type='text'>Much Ado about Nothing</title><summary type='text'>I've been busy.  End of an atrocious quarter teaching, painting and re-decorating my daughter's room, took a trip to one of the best amusement parks in the States--Cedar Point.  And yet, strangely, I keep stumbling through each day as if I have nothing to do.  I've missed appointments, put things off to the last minute (because I lost track of how many minutes I actually had left), and sat back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/3351883565864575583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/08/much-ado-about-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3351883565864575583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3351883565864575583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/08/much-ado-about-nothing.html' title='Much Ado about Nothing'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-881518991043220927</id><published>2009-08-12T22:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:12:03.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>P &amp; ~P Revisited</title><summary type='text'>Everyone who reads this blog should read the amazing comment left on my last post by a Mr. WillSpirit.  I think it's such an important topic, so I wanted to post something here in response rather than as a comment reply. [Read comment on previous post now.]Here's the rub, I think: "On the other side, I am convinced that people with unstable moods are often more sensitive and intuitive than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/881518991043220927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/08/p-p-revisited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/881518991043220927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/881518991043220927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/08/p-p-revisited.html' title='P &amp; ~P Revisited'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5889988465179799030</id><published>2009-07-29T10:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:12:03.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>P &amp; ~P</title><summary type='text'>"Do I contradict myself?/ Very well then I contradict myself,/ (I am large, I contain multitudes.)  ~Walt WhitmanYes, I contradict myself.  But this one's worth working out exactly what the contradiction is.I went to a bipolar/depression support meeting thingy last night.  There was a guy who spoke for the first hour, and then we divided into smaller groups for conversation and whatnot.  I'll get</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5889988465179799030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/07/p-p.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5889988465179799030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5889988465179799030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/07/p-p.html' title='P &amp; ~P'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-6723240611613800875</id><published>2009-07-26T12:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:12:41.721-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixed states'/><title type='text'>Ugh.  Double ugh</title><summary type='text'>It's a bad time right now.  Maybe that's why I've been posting more...I can't seem to express all these thoughts I have floating around.  I feel rebellious.  I have that all too familiar disposition of "fuck you all."  Just leave me alone in my safe land of wonder and astonishment.  Just leave me alone so I can be angry with you for leaving me alone.  Ahh, the beauty of a twisted, up, agitated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/6723240611613800875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh-double-ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6723240611613800875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6723240611613800875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/07/ugh-double-ugh.html' title='Ugh.  Double ugh'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5643864727230888463</id><published>2009-07-25T14:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:13:01.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my day'/><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Ah, a rainy lazy day.  My daughter finished the first Harry Potter book (which I got for her Tuesday evening).  She's already finished the Twilight series.  I'm so happy she loves to read.  I, on the other hand, took a far too long nap.  That's what rainy days are for, right?But while I was asleep, I had the most bizarre dream.  Preface: I wanted to go with my daughter to breakfast at Cafe Bella.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5643864727230888463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5643864727230888463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5643864727230888463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-3753102285237094362</id><published>2009-07-24T00:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:13:26.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mania'/><title type='text'>The pain of beauty</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes there's so much beauty it hurts. "And if you're trying to sing an old song, and you're getting all the words wrong.  Well, you're just a-following along too closely in the book."  M. Ward, "Epistemology"How do we know what's beautiful?  Maybe others tell us.  You know, all those famous paintings in the museum or the music played in the greatest concert halls.  But to say that's what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/3753102285237094362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/07/pain-of-beauty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3753102285237094362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3753102285237094362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/07/pain-of-beauty.html' title='The pain of beauty'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-9038285687658546295</id><published>2009-07-22T20:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:14:30.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meds'/><title type='text'>Cherish</title><summary type='text'>Hmm.  Has it been almost a month already?  I've fallen off the blogger map, I suppose.  Sometimes life just gets in the way.How am I doing?  Eh.  There have been a bit more ups and downs since I dropped dose on the Seroquel.  There have been angry days.  There have been crying for no reason days.  And there have been mad up lose all inhibitions get crazy drunk days. But for today, the word of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/9038285687658546295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/07/cherish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/9038285687658546295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/9038285687658546295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/07/cherish.html' title='Cherish'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-200793583743908293</id><published>2009-06-22T09:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:15:20.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Warning'/><title type='text'>Favor asking time</title><summary type='text'>I'm a little concerned.  This has been bothering me for a few days, and this seems to be the place for me to let it out.What is my purpose here?  I've been asked that question several times.  I'll give it a whirl.  My primary purpose is to have an outlet for all this messy business dancing around inside me.  I treat this blog like a dialogue with myself.  When I sit down to write, I do not think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/200793583743908293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/favor-asking-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/200793583743908293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/200793583743908293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/favor-asking-time.html' title='Favor asking time'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-8603113711201697233</id><published>2009-06-19T10:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:16:02.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juggling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my day'/><title type='text'>Oh please</title><summary type='text'>I have a bit of a financial mess.  Surprise!  Those bipolar spending sprees don't come without some kind of cost.  Supposedly someone called my father.  He sent me an email saying "I don't want to get in the middle of some mess you've created for yourself, yet again."  Thanks for the support.  But it's the self-righteousness that really gets me.  Like he's never made mistakes that others (my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/8603113711201697233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8603113711201697233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8603113711201697233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-please.html' title='Oh please'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-197351964154891518</id><published>2009-06-11T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:16:49.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meds'/><title type='text'>Teeter tot</title><summary type='text'>It's been an interesting few days.  I'm teetering (a bit more than I'm comfortable with) on the edge of mania.  But it's been the "I'm so irritated I could run you off the road" kind of crap.  My hand-eye coordination is off, I can't catch a breath, and I'm just all over the place.  I know it--I didn't smoke or drink that much last night, but I got super dooper messed up.  Always a sign.I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/197351964154891518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/teeter-tot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/197351964154891518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/197351964154891518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/teeter-tot.html' title='Teeter tot'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-4925322999787756161</id><published>2009-06-08T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:17:55.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my day'/><title type='text'>Passed!</title><summary type='text'>I passed my exam Friday!  Woohoo!Thank goodness.  I was so stressed and worried.  I'm excited it turned out well.  I complain a lot.  I did a lot of that in prep for this exam.  Granted--there was a lot to complain about.  But I don't toot my own horn very much (I think??).  I'm proud of myself.  I'm proud of myself for getting through the weeks leading up to it, for fighting through the tears </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/4925322999787756161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/passed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4925322999787756161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4925322999787756161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/passed.html' title='Passed!'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-414724717580039154</id><published>2009-06-02T18:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:18:23.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>What to do?</title><summary type='text'>I really don't know what to do.  I'm at a loss.  And I'm losing it fast.I met with my advisor today for almost two hours.  During that time, I actually started crying once, but I was able to hide my eyes down and drink some coffee until it passed.  I got choked up several times and just had to say "I have no idea what I was just talking about."  After the meeting, I sat outside my building and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/414724717580039154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/414724717580039154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/414724717580039154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-327652004589408626</id><published>2009-06-01T18:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:18:54.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my day'/><title type='text'>Stress</title><summary type='text'>Stress.  Supposedly stress is good for the evolution of the species or something.  Hmm.  I see some people act surprisingly well under stress.  I am one of those people.  I see some people absolutely crumble and lose it all under stress.  I am one of those people, too.If I'm slightly hypomanic, stress motivates me to get it all done.  It's like a cup of coffee.  It stimulates me to do more than I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/327652004589408626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/327652004589408626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/327652004589408626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/06/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2229104642964944580</id><published>2009-05-24T23:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:19:34.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martyrdom'/><title type='text'>help?</title><summary type='text'>Well, the last two days have been hell. I was better. I thought I was better. I was.And Saturday afternoon, I just started crying. The tears just started coming down without warning. Well, there was warning. I was heavy and slow and ill-motivated. I knew I was feeling down. But that's been it for "down" lately--a heavy, slow feeling.But Saturday the tears came. The can't-catch-my-breath came. The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2229104642964944580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/05/help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2229104642964944580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2229104642964944580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/05/help.html' title='help?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-4685451561151034414</id><published>2009-05-21T19:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:23:04.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Therapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, I sure have been AWOL.  Eh, the nature of the beast, I suppose.   I went to a DBSA support meeting last night.  I feel good about that--just going out and admitting to strangers "I have bipolar" means something.  It means I'm well enough to go out and see strangers.  It means my coping skills are working.  It means the meds are working enough to let me use those coping skills.  It means </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/4685451561151034414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-i-sure-have-been-awol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4685451561151034414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4685451561151034414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-i-sure-have-been-awol.html' title=''/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-8819976560656478140</id><published>2009-05-05T20:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:20:28.754-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Blood is thicker than water?  Really?</title><summary type='text'>BOOM (thump) BOOM (thump) sick sick sickClap your hands, say yeah. Say yeah.Faster they beat, faster they fallScreeeeeeeechThe low tones of F minor.I got the wind knocked out of me a lot when I was a kid. My older brother was usually responsible. Every time we got on the trampoline together, I got off hurt. Flung to the ground like a rag doll. But my brother also knew how to put the wind back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/8819976560656478140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/05/boom-thump-boom-thump-sick-sick-sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8819976560656478140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8819976560656478140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/05/boom-thump-boom-thump-sick-sick-sick.html' title='Blood is thicker than water?  Really?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2630632126461352221</id><published>2009-05-04T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:23:15.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><title type='text'>Blah</title><summary type='text'>Don't you just hate how one little thing can totally throw you off your game?  One little inappropriate laugh; one sideways comment; one tiny thought about the thing you're not dealing with today.  One little thing brings me spiralling down. That's not healthy, right?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2630632126461352221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2630632126461352221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2630632126461352221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/05/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-4277292439027512011</id><published>2009-05-03T19:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:21:17.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juggling'/><title type='text'>Ahhhh, sweet sleep</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you just want to sleep.  You still do stuff somehow.  You get up and fix breakfast.  You pick up the house.  You avoid those calls you're supposed to be returning.  Things go like they usually do.  But you're heavy.  Your eyelids just want to close.You take a nap.  Then you slowly wake up, and decide it's time for coffee.  You drink a cup and finish up a section of an important paper.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/4277292439027512011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhhh-sweet-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4277292439027512011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4277292439027512011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahhhh-sweet-sleep.html' title='Ahhhh, sweet sleep'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5729091668807682255</id><published>2009-04-30T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:24:08.592-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixed states'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meds'/><title type='text'>Just stop</title><summary type='text'>"Just stop!"  Ahhh.  That's like asking me to just go to sleep.  When you're tired, you can go to sleep.  Maybe when you're bored or depressed you can just go to sleep.  But if someone said "just go to sleep!" is that the kind of advice one can even follow?You see, when it's bad enough for someone to say "just stop" that means I'm past just stopping.  I've held it off--fought it off--for four </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5729091668807682255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-stop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5729091668807682255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5729091668807682255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-stop.html' title='Just stop'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-1072658910841514826</id><published>2009-04-30T11:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:25:13.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Quickie questions</title><summary type='text'>Class soon.  But here's a quickie.  What do you do when you want to feel?  I mean, to really feel.  To experience those strong emotions.  You've had them by your side for such a long time, they've become part of you.  And now you don't know who you are without them. Sure, you're relatively stable.  You can maintain relationships and get work done.  But what's so wrong with feeling intensely?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/1072658910841514826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/quickie-questions.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1072658910841514826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1072658910841514826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/quickie-questions.html' title='Quickie questions'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-8437323299572193980</id><published>2009-04-28T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:25:33.063-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><title type='text'>That's just what it means to be numb</title><summary type='text'>"A little blue with nothing wrong, and she's all alone."  The sweet, sweet sound of Norah Jones. It's hard to be blue, though, when you're numb.  When you're numb, you've lost all color, all warmth, and all coolness.  There's no hue, no shade, no light, no saturation.  Nothing to be a color.  The only disposition is being disposed to be flat.  It's not even on the grey-scale.When you're blue, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/8437323299572193980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-just-what-it-means-to-be-numb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8437323299572193980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8437323299572193980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-just-what-it-means-to-be-numb.html' title='That&apos;s just what it means to be numb'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7038895657052158169</id><published>2009-04-27T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:26:44.878-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meds'/><title type='text'>Duck</title><summary type='text'>And by 'duck', I mean fuck.  Seriously.  If it's not working, then I'll stop taking it.  Of course.  If it is working, then my body rejects it.  Of course.  Now it's all rejecting me.Dammit.  So, supposedly I've reached my maximum coverage for prescriptions through The Clusterfuck University.  All $1,250 for an academic year.  That means no more drugs for me until September (nor birth control or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7038895657052158169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/duck.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7038895657052158169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7038895657052158169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/duck.html' title='Duck'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-1214215356228874026</id><published>2009-04-24T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:27:09.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meds'/><title type='text'>Hope in this here pill...??</title><summary type='text'>So, I put a bit of hope in the little Seroquel pills.  And they delivered, I think.  Quite remarkably--some results in only three weeks.  When I would cry, it would only last for a bit, and I could make it stop by taking my mind off it.  That was certainly an improvement.  When I would get angry, I could keep myself from saying the terrible, horrible things.  That's better than always saying the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/1214215356228874026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope-in-this-here-pill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1214215356228874026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1214215356228874026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/hope-in-this-here-pill.html' title='Hope in this here pill...??'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7360712367165132312</id><published>2009-04-24T09:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:28:09.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Spring is in the air</title><summary type='text'>I love Spring, don't get me wrong.  Of course, there are the allergies.  And the swelling while adjusting to warmer temps.  And the no A/C thing.  But overall, Spring puts a spring in everyone's step, and that's refreshing.Nonetheless, I'm trying hard this lovely day to embrace Spring.  In the cold Winter months, it's okay--even expected--to kind of curl up in your house, avoiding the harsh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7360712367165132312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7360712367165132312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7360712367165132312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-is-in-air.html' title='Spring is in the air'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7733375537461600748</id><published>2009-04-22T20:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:28:49.193-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My past'/><title type='text'>Let me clarify the trainwreck</title><summary type='text'>I'm ok.  I talk to myself a lot.  My earlier post was mostly in jest--my back-handed self-deprecation hard at work. I really think that these inner (and sometimes outward) conversations with myself come from my childhood.  I've written before about "Lindsey Land."  I spent my childhood there, and haven't quite moved away from home.  I think the constant inner dialogue is an effect of that.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7733375537461600748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-clarify-trainwreck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7733375537461600748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7733375537461600748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/let-me-clarify-trainwreck.html' title='Let me clarify the trainwreck'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-1417124057416971305</id><published>2009-04-22T17:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:29:12.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy?'/><title type='text'>Watch the trainwreck coming</title><summary type='text'>Is it a sign?  Probably.  I knew it.  Talking to yourself out loud while walking on a University campus definitely means one and only one thing: you're crazy.  A nutcase.  A loony.  Psychotic. What's worse?  I didn't realize I was doing it immediately (like I used to).  I probably got out an entire conversation with the person I was talking to in my head before realizing it. This is why I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/1417124057416971305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/watch-trainwreck-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1417124057416971305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1417124057416971305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/watch-trainwreck-coming.html' title='Watch the trainwreck coming'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-3257319124728861768</id><published>2009-04-20T11:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:29:53.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my day'/><title type='text'>Almost is better than Always</title><summary type='text'>Yes, so I'm continuing to do better. I've almost lost it a few times--but I got it back together. Almost losing it is far better than always losing it. I almost lost it in class Thursday. My brain literally wouldn't work properly. It was like the ideas were on the tip of my tongue, but when I went to speak, they wouldn't come out. It was like gibberish. I kept trying to make them come out by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/3257319124728861768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-is-better-than-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3257319124728861768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3257319124728861768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-is-better-than-always.html' title='Almost is better than Always'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/SeySMUqsLgI/AAAAAAAAB2o/CPO2B9ljxmU/s72-c/DSC01554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-4094681443399664207</id><published>2009-04-15T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:31:00.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meds'/><title type='text'>Break-ups</title><summary type='text'>Long time no see, eh?  Yeah.  My computer broke up with me over the weekend.  She said things just weren't working out, and she needed to take a break from me.  She left and spent a few days with some other people.  She's back tonight, and we're gonna keep working on a few things, and hopefully we'll be stronger for it. Admittedly, I enjoyed the break as well.  I've been a fantastic mother over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/4094681443399664207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/break-ups.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4094681443399664207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4094681443399664207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/break-ups.html' title='Break-ups'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-3943038975095033869</id><published>2009-04-12T11:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:38:38.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Find somebody believes in you</title><summary type='text'>“Sad, Sad, Song,” M. Ward, Transfiguration of VincentOh I went to the doctor, I said doctor please,What do you do when your true love leaves?He said the hardest thing in the world to do,Is to find somebody believes in you.Make a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad songMake a sad, make a sad, make a sad sad song...And so I went to the whippoorwill, I said whippoorwill please,What do you do when your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/3943038975095033869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad-sad-song-m.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3943038975095033869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/3943038975095033869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/sad-sad-song-m.html' title='Find somebody believes in you'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-1409851057691553056</id><published>2009-04-09T19:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:34:11.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck behind my Eyeballs</title><summary type='text'>I took my first tiny dose of Seroquel last night. I'm supposed to take 25mg for a few days, and then up the dose by 25mg every few days until I get to 100mg a day.I took my first tiny dose of Seroquel last night, and I haven't been the same sense. It knocked me out like a light; it wouldn't let me get out of bed this morning; it totally kicked my ass. I'm highly susceptible to any kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/1409851057691553056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/stuck-behind-my-eyeballs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1409851057691553056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1409851057691553056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/stuck-behind-my-eyeballs.html' title='Stuck behind my Eyeballs'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-8996892928017509463</id><published>2009-04-07T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T12:25:53.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Literally "up, up, and away"</title><summary type='text'>I get so excited when people comment on my posts!  Makes me feel like people are listening, reading, thinking about me.  That's always comforting.  So, thanks!Right now, I think I'll continue the trend of procrastination this morning by fulfilling my promise to detail some of the stuff mentioned in my "About Me."  It's all really about me, though, here. I can fly airplanes.  Well, I did.  I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/8996892928017509463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/literally-up-up-and-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8996892928017509463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8996892928017509463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/literally-up-up-and-away.html' title='Literally &quot;up, up, and away&quot;'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2257823203079300709</id><published>2009-04-06T22:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:50:55.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' for some hope in this here pill</title><summary type='text'>I think I avoided a bipolar diagnosis (or even a therapist) for many years because I was afraid of medicine.  My mother took Paxil for some time, combined with other stuff, and ended up on disability due to seizures for over a year.  She couldn't drive or work, and I moved back in with her to take care of my kid brother.  I started having some seizure-like stuff when they first put me on Lithium.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2257823203079300709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/lookin-for-some-hope-in-this-here-pill.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2257823203079300709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2257823203079300709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/lookin-for-some-hope-in-this-here-pill.html' title='Lookin&apos; for some hope in this here pill'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7359422327829079185</id><published>2009-04-06T11:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:34:07.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Competence</title><summary type='text'>You know what else I admire in people?  Competence.  The ability to follow through with simple tasks.  Like sending one email, posting one thing, to give me back my damn insurance.  I've been calling and emailing these people for a week now, and nothing.  Nothing to say for it.Supposedly, for people like me, they send out a bunch of updated info in one "batch" and I missed the first "batch" by an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7359422327829079185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/competence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7359422327829079185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7359422327829079185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/competence.html' title='Competence'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-1159285693272450471</id><published>2009-04-06T09:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:52:28.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation on admiration</title><summary type='text'>No more complaining and wallowing in and on me.  New thing!  (For now, at least).So, what is it to admire someone for some particular trait?  What is it to detest someone for some particular trait?  Sure, some traits just are admirable or despicable.  Most of us agree on many of those.  But we all have different degrees of admiration and whatnot.  I suspect we are oftentimes looking at ourselves </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/1159285693272450471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/meditation-on-admiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1159285693272450471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1159285693272450471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/meditation-on-admiration.html' title='Meditation on admiration'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-372647982605737734</id><published>2009-04-04T12:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:44:30.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot keep from crying</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was horrible.  Another horrible day.  How many more will there be?  Endless.I went for a long walk.  I ended up at a friend's, and it was nice to chitchatchitchat about nothing terribly important (considering my own state of mind).  I walked with tears streaming down.  Those terrible "intrusive" thoughts.  Streaming in against my will.  Should I even look both ways as I cross the street</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/372647982605737734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/cannot-keep-from-crying.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/372647982605737734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/372647982605737734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/cannot-keep-from-crying.html' title='Cannot keep from crying'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-1661702439478829974</id><published>2009-04-02T00:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:59:22.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Topsy turvy</title><summary type='text'>My jaw is killing me.  It's all screwed up and sideways and clicking in and out of place each time I move.  I must be gritting my teeth far more than usual, grinding them away as I sleep.  Ahhh, sleep.  How I miss you.  Can't you come visit me one night?  Just lay me down on your pillow and rock a bye baby?  I typically rely on depression to give me sleep.  To catch me up.  But the tides are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/1661702439478829974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/topsy-turvy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1661702439478829974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1661702439478829974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/04/topsy-turvy.html' title='Topsy turvy'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5485515526721893036</id><published>2009-03-31T23:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:00:35.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better, I suppose</title><summary type='text'>Not much new here.  I am feeling better about life in general.  I got the whole medication thing sorted out for the time being.  I cleaned my house (more or less).  I'm almost done with the pile of laundry that was tackling me.  I took an entire day away from philosophy--first one in a long time.  I needed that.I finally left my house and went to dinner with my daughter.  Tiny accomplishments </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5485515526721893036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-i-suppose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5485515526721893036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5485515526721893036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/better-i-suppose.html' title='Better, I suppose'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7383925188572914006</id><published>2009-03-30T19:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:31:00.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><title type='text'>Okay, can I take two more things?</title><summary type='text'>Well, this day keeps getting better.Today, I went to the pharmacy to get my prescription filled before class.  I'm taking Lamictal for the whole bipolar thing.  I tried Lithium, but that lowered my threshold for seizures, and well, yeah we stopped that.  And Lamictal is an anti-seizure med.  Two birds with one stone, right?Anyway, when I got ready to pick up the meds, the lady told me they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7383925188572914006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-can-i-take-two-more-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7383925188572914006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7383925188572914006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-can-i-take-two-more-things.html' title='Okay, can I take two more things?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2953910297989556685</id><published>2009-03-30T13:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:31:00.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><title type='text'>Can I take one more thing?</title><summary type='text'>"Are you ok with her taking an extension as discussed in my earlier message?  I met with her and discussed her draft.  Frankly, I think she needs the time anyway, and it is serendipitous that she has very reasonable grounds for getting an extension in light of my health issues."Ah, serendipity.Gather, gather, gather and then gather all over again.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2953910297989556685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-take-one-more-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2953910297989556685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2953910297989556685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-i-take-one-more-thing.html' title='Can I take one more thing?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-1408141315441457925</id><published>2009-03-30T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:31:00.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><title type='text'>Gather them eggs</title><summary type='text'>Gather, gather, gather.  Gather myself for the first day of class.  Stand up energetically and introduce myself.  Gather the gaggle of students on my side.Eat.  Take a shower.  Wear something nice.  Drink three cups of coffee.  Gather, gather, gather.Cried for an hour with my therapist this morning.  Walk out the door.  Don't let them see me cry.  Gather, gather, gather.I gave my therapist a list</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/1408141315441457925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/gather-them-eggs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1408141315441457925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/1408141315441457925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/gather-them-eggs.html' title='Gather them eggs'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-8681456143765827578</id><published>2009-03-30T00:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:40:57.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tears'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'll stay for you</title><summary type='text'>Tears and fears.  Yes, my security blanket.  I'm running out of steam.  These two little pills aren't helping. Oh, lonesome me.Collapsing into the comfy couch.  My brain is broken.  My spine is screwy.  My feet are flat.  There's a hump just above my haunches.  Why do I deserve this? Live, love, laugh, and be reunited on the other side.Where has my soul gone?  Did it seep out through my tears?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/8681456143765827578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-ill-stay-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8681456143765827578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/8681456143765827578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-ill-stay-for-you.html' title='Yes, I&apos;ll stay for you'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-4919541516380163899</id><published>2009-03-28T20:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:28:19.109-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juggling'/><title type='text'>Pretty Moon</title><summary type='text'>My daughter is a pretty—no, beautiful—moon.  She lights up the dark nights.  She holds me all together.  She keeps me going.  She once saved my life.  I hope I can only give her all she’s given me.I got pregnant when I was nineteen, and gave birth when I was twenty.  Lots of people can’t believe I didn’t have an abortion.  Then they meet her, and are so glad I didn’t.  I guess I knew there was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/4919541516380163899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4919541516380163899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4919541516380163899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/pretty-moon.html' title='Pretty Moon'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-360817921439391429</id><published>2009-03-27T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:48:14.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vulnerability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Validation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>VSV</title><summary type='text'>Oh, silly little vulnerable me. I figured it out. Well, I probably already figured it out, but I admitted it to myself today. I know why I’m obsessing about my ex; we shall call him RJ.“How might I be obsessing?” you ask, considering that I never let on that I even ever thought about him anymore. Well, I do. The truth of the matter is that it’s been forty-three days since we broke up, forty since</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/360817921439391429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/vsv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/360817921439391429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/360817921439391429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/vsv.html' title='VSV'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7731241343026310606</id><published>2009-03-27T10:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:45:04.058-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my day'/><title type='text'>Right foot in front of Left</title><summary type='text'>One step at a time.  Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, and I can get through the day.  I might even do great things putting the left in front of the right. One of my favorite things to do is answer the question "How was your day?" and even better than that is "What happened today?"  I like to tell people about all the silly, sometimes mundane, regular things that happen everyday.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7731241343026310606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-foot-in-front-of-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7731241343026310606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7731241343026310606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-foot-in-front-of-left.html' title='Right foot in front of Left'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7492594689542343591</id><published>2009-03-25T21:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:48:14.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>The celebrity disorder, right?</title><summary type='text'>For the record, I've posted this and deleted it a couple of times. Be gentle.So, I often introspect on my depressive states—how they feel, what I think about, and how they affect my life. This is relatively easy to do because when I’m depressed everything around me slooooows waaaaay doooown—almost to a halt. That gives me time to soak it all in, to remember, to recount it on later happier </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7492594689542343591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/celebrity-disorder-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7492594689542343591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7492594689542343591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/celebrity-disorder-right.html' title='The celebrity disorder, right?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-4220132344768138630</id><published>2009-03-25T09:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:46:30.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixed states'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Mixed States</title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling much better today.  Funny.  I took a nap yesterday afternoon--only 45 minutes or so--and literally woke up a new woman.  I jumped up, ran to target, bought some stuff to clean the carpets, picked up the kid, ran around in the back yard with the dog and the kid, cleaned the carpets, then went to dinner with friends.  Whew. And today, I have something else on my mind.  Today, I want to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/4220132344768138630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/mixed-states.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4220132344768138630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/4220132344768138630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/mixed-states.html' title='Mixed States'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2354753611265443754</id><published>2009-03-24T14:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:47:06.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>To disappear or not to disappear?</title><summary type='text'>That's the question.  But what if it's not a choice.  What if you're already disappearing, melting out of your body, your mind turning to smoke and mirrors?  Can you help but to disappear?I'm not trying to cut anyone out; I'm not trying to piss anyone off.  My head's just so screwy right now.  I need to get it on straight.I'm trying to appreciate the people in my life.  Right now, I feel like I'm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2354753611265443754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-disappear-or-not-to-disappear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2354753611265443754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2354753611265443754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-disappear-or-not-to-disappear.html' title='To disappear or not to disappear?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7973409708804421866</id><published>2009-03-23T13:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:47:06.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Crap</title><summary type='text'>Well, it was a terrorizing night, a crappy morning, and a shitty afternoon.  I was supposed to meet with my psychiatrist today.  We were supposed to get the last three shitty weeks all sorted out.  I had the time stuck in my head wrong (after looking at my calendar a thousand times).  I showed up at 1:30, but the appointment was set for 1:00.  Now, it'll be two more weeks before I can get another</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7973409708804421866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/crap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7973409708804421866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7973409708804421866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7712475072692253217</id><published>2009-03-23T09:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:43:08.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my day'/><title type='text'>Simply Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>"It is not a bad idea to get in the habit of writing down one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them." -Isabel ColegateHmmm... Yes. I like to tell stories about my day. Here's one about last night and this morning.I barely slept at all last night. I went to bed around midnight, but didn't fall asleep. Then, I heard someone running up my front porch steps around 12:45. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7712475072692253217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/simply-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7712475072692253217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7712475072692253217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/simply-thoughts.html' title='Simply Thoughts'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7402924014933536271</id><published>2009-03-22T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:47:38.281-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juggling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Validation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story of my day'/><title type='text'>Lists</title><summary type='text'>I'm not generally a "list maker."  If I make a list, I don't follow it or check things off or even look at it again.But today I made a list:1. Finish grading exams2. Tabulate attendance points3. Compute and post final grades4. Send an email with a draft of my dissertation prospectus to my advisor5. Send an outline of my Locke paper to my professor6. Give my dog a bath7. Take my daughter and our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7402924014933536271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/lists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7402924014933536271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7402924014933536271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-6747424852017771202</id><published>2009-03-22T00:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:48:14.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vulnerability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Validation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Friendship</title><summary type='text'>Yes, this is getting out of control.  Who cares?This one's hard.  I'll try to be careful, given that only my close friends read this.  It's all for you (you know who you are).I don't know how to do this whole "friendship" thing.  As a child, we lived 15 or 20 minutes away from anyone else.  We didn't have cable or anything like that.  Instead, I had a room with dolls, a big back yard fully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/6747424852017771202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6747424852017771202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/6747424852017771202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-596922295176091908</id><published>2009-03-22T00:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:48:14.684-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vulnerability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Validation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>What's in the past stays in the past?</title><summary type='text'>Yes, two posts in one day. A sign of the times?The title is a question, not a statement. Should what's in the past stay in the past? Or should we remember the past to prevent future heartbreak? When all we do is cling to the past for fear of the future. What's happened in the past is the best predictor of the future, after all. But what if the past has nothing to speak in favor of it? Maybe I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/596922295176091908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-in-past-stays-in-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/596922295176091908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/596922295176091908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-in-past-stays-in-past.html' title='What&apos;s in the past stays in the past?'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-2754003191093880659</id><published>2009-03-21T16:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:48:42.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Validation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martyrdom'/><title type='text'>"Sorry and all that crap."</title><summary type='text'>This is from some song by Robert Cray, and I don't remember the title.  Sorry Robert Cray.I've made my fair share of mistakes, and I've sincerely apologized for most of them.  As if that helps.  Does saying you're sorry really help anything?  When anyone says they're sorry, doesn't it really mean "sorry and all that crap?"  Let me simply say sorry to remove some blame from my back.  Let me just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/2754003191093880659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-and-all-that-crap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2754003191093880659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/2754003191093880659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/sorry-and-all-that-crap.html' title='&quot;Sorry and all that crap.&quot;'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-517400546323947255</id><published>2009-03-20T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:46:30.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mixed states'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Dammit</title><summary type='text'>Here we go.  The frustration, bickering, and irritability has set in again.  I should be following my trend of detailing the things in my "About Me" section.  I should be talking about my wonderful daughter.  She is wonderful, and I can say that even when spiralling down.  She is why I don't spiral all the way down.  But I can't say more than that now."Hell is other people."  I think Sartre said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/517400546323947255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/dammit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/517400546323947255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/517400546323947255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/dammit.html' title='Dammit'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-5718946628412868795</id><published>2009-03-19T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:41:55.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Philosophy of Emotions</title><summary type='text'>My entire dissertation project is about the emotions.  Fitting.  We seek to understand that which we don't already know.  I don't know why my emotions assail me the way they do.  I know how, sometimes.  It's because of chemicals in my brain.  But it's also because of the thing I call "Reality" that surrounds me everyday.  My dissertation is about the emotions that assail each and every one of us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/5718946628412868795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/philosophy-of-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5718946628412868795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/5718946628412868795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/philosophy-of-emotions.html' title='Philosophy of Emotions'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6181681026267633531.post-7392047830695902545</id><published>2009-03-19T01:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:45:04.060-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bipolar disorder'/><title type='text'>"I get so low, I need a pick-me-up; I get so high, I need a bring-me-down."</title><summary type='text'>"Stars of Leo" ~ M. Ward.I pushed so much around in my "About Me," it's a good place to start there. One at a time. Patience, right? Ha! Given the title of the post, I'd like to start with my bipolar diagnosis. Do you get low and need a pick-me-up? Sure, most of us do. But do you get too high and need a bring-me-down? If so, then read on.Imagine being in an airplane during turbulence. The plane </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/feeds/7392047830695902545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-get-so-low-i-need-pick-me-up-i-get-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7392047830695902545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6181681026267633531/posts/default/7392047830695902545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lessemotionalturbulence.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-get-so-low-i-need-pick-me-up-i-get-so.html' title='&quot;I get so low, I need a pick-me-up; I get so high, I need a bring-me-down.&quot;'/><author><name>Linds</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12804616308545146123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Lc7PwyW_do/ScHQFkRCp_I/AAAAAAAABr0/cmvqTABSsoQ/S220/DSC00758.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
