So PLEASE, I need as much feedback as possible because this is killing me.

Here's the situation (and I'll try to be brief about it): (don't be afraid to hurt me)

There's a guy and he talks to me a lot, and I'm almost suspecting that he likes me. He IM's me all the time and usually in class he asks me for help, and then does something nice in return.

... but he makes rude jokes as well. And he talks to this other girl as well, almost as much as me. um.. I don't know..

Player or for keeps?

I am going to speak candidly concerning my life and the past ten days.  This is to get this off of my chest and to show the funny side as well as the drama of what I have been through during both of those time frames.

Bipolar and me

I have had some untoward things happen in my life lately, and unfortunately, for the first time, I started having suicidal ideations and panic attacks.  I went to the Care Center hoping to just get a chill pill of some sort, but knowing I was not in a good way.  The minute she detected the birdie flying over with the message, "sleep forever" she took it very seriously and sent me off to the ER to make sure I was okay physically.  Then, after hours, I saw a man from Pennyroyal Mental Health Center, who decided it was a good idea to send me off against my wishes, in case my husband or I might try to discharge me early.  He said I was in dire need of rest and care, and to be away from home at present.  I totally agreed, although I was very afraid of it all. 

They bundled me into the cage at the back of a police car and off I went.... I had to close my eyes and pretend to sleep and breathe in a Lamaze fashion, in order for the panic not to return on that thirty-minute trip to Hopkinsville, Kentucky. 

They did the paperwork and let me take a shower, all the while observing me to make sure I was not going to try anything funny.  This total observation and shadowing thingy was to go on for 24 hours, until they were sure that I was not going to off myself while they were not looking.  I was not really serious about killing myself, but definitely wished to sleep and get away from it all; the intent, or desire of it all, was to take a handful of Phenegren, and just to sleep and hopefully not wake up.

But this was not to be, as I know I would have awakened in a place of greater torment than I had ever heretofore experienced.  God is gracious, loving and kind, and I have prayed so many times before, when I realized that I was on a self destructive path, that he would shut any doors that I walked thru, even if they were purposefully opened by me.  I knew all along that I was not the same as others around me, but somehow, just had to have the high that my off the wall personality afforded me...and the love and attention were the addict and the power I craved.

So, I was observed for the day...in sleep, in the shower.... geez!  Talk about an experience!  I was not even allowed to pee with the door closed.   I don't know what they thought I could have gotten up to in the toilet, (stick my head in and flush.... aw, why did I not think of it earlier...just kidding) but anyway, that was how it was.  I was not allowed to use a razor...for reasons I am sure you have already guessed...yip...so, needless to say, I had a few stray hairs!  I, with my very vain personality, had to live with them for that day. Thank God, I had just shaven, but STILL!  It made me think of my helpless state when I get old and have to live in a nursing facility.  OH, Lord, let your coming be swift and may I go with you, now that you have spared me until later!

The admitting doc did say that I was the happiest looking suicide he had ever seen and asked me if I REALLY, REALLY wished to die.  I said no, but that I definitely had to have help...this was because now I was in my element; I had an audience...the admitting lady and a doctor...therefore, I WAS HAPPY.... and showed off for them in my very unique manner.... and this was to be the case the whole time, five days, that I was in there. 

I was able to tell my tale of woe (of my whole life and that of living with my husband, the church's dogmas, and the whole nine yards) over and over again without ridicule or rancor.  And of course, my over zestful, bubbliness kept overflowing, as to entertain and be loved for it is and always has been the greatest love of my life.

I met wonderful people, in nurses, aides, as well as patients and the professional team, which consisted of psychiatrist, psychologist, social workers, nutritionist for my diabetes and many more.  They all listened to me as though I were the center of attraction, but all the while were observing my action and interactions very closely.

And, lo and behold, what a surprise, they decided that I am extremely manic, and of course, of late especially, depressive.... Bipolar in all my glory!  And to think I had just thought that it was just my Bonnie lassie personality shinin' for the world to see.... wouldja have guessed? 

Yes, I am joking about it, but I have said over and over again to friends and family alike that I am Bipolar and they all said, no, that my depression was not low enough, etc, and that I do not need to seek ungodly counsel.  Lord have mercy, but I am sure that the Lord himself came down and gave wisdom to people in order for them to ascertain and treat these things and chemical imbalances in the brain.  But apparently he did not tell the Pentecostals this, for I was told by my father first, then my husband, not to go to psychiatrists as God is the only one who heals, saves and satisfies. 

I HAVE LIVED WITH THIS MY WHOLE LIFE, FOLKS, AND DESTROYED MANY A GOOD SITUATION BECAUSE I TRIED TO RATIONALIZE THINGS AWAY AND STRAIGHTEN MYSELF OUT, BUT AT THE END OF IT, THE DEED WAS ALREADY DONE.... KIND OF WITH ME OBSERVING.  I felt this so often, and felt as though I was just treading water, barely, but it always felt as though no one were hearing me...much less heeding my cry for help.  So, I did the only thing I knew, and that was to keep the circle going, in my need for love and attention.  I would have a manic episode, shooting my mouth off in an inappropriate, or disrespectful manner, then in the aftermath of that episode, I would sink into the depths of despond, feeling the guilt of my actions.  And my poor self-esteem would just plunge even further into the slough of despair.

So, to make this long, long, sad, yet happy story short, I am now trying out the meds they have prescribed for me and we will see how the treatment goes.  I already detect a change and an ability to think for longer periods of time, in order to come to a conclusion before actually making decisions. 

At the beginning of this ordeal, I was again bound and determined to leave my husband of 27 years, and by the end of about nine days on meds, I am able to see what has been before my eyes all along.  He loves me or would not be here.  He has been by me thru all of my cavorting, wildness and sin.  I am not making excuses for my bad choices.  I know that they were made by me, and that I have to suffer the consequences for them...but at least I know that there may be hope from this juncture on. 

My doctor has advised me not to be hard on myself, however, and that a lot of it WAS due to my illness and that I will see a marked change, now that I will be able to settle down and yet stay who I am and true to my personality.  I just have to hone it down and channel all of my wonderful talents and abilities into avenues that will benefit instead of destroy me.

I spent five nights in the hospital, and five nights in a crisis center, as I was not sick enough to keep spending good money at the hospital, but not yet ready to make the move back home, as I had not yet come to the decision to stay at home. 

God is great and greatly to be praised and I just wish to give him glory that he is alive and well in me.  I am making changes though, and one of them is not to go back to the Pentecostal church I was attending.  They truly have only given me grief and never compassion, except for a very few, to give them their due.  I am choosing to go to a wonderful Charismatic setting, where the word of God is preached but where there is more love and less judgment.  As some of you know, this has been one of my biggest struggles over the years. 

Another change is that Lawrence is not going to be allowed to control my life.  He will hear in no uncertain terms how I feel at every turn so that we can work out at least a happy medium and come to an agreement on things that are important to both of us. 

I am going to continue in therapy, and have a crisis team as well, which I can call upon at any time I feel the panic growing in me or for any other reason I feel is an emergency. 

I am hoping that Lawrence will go to therapy and talk out his feelings as well, but do not yet know if this will be the case.  That is up to him.

So, sorry it has been so long, but I am sure you wished to know this if you in any way care for me.  We are still planning to go to Utah in the New Year, and to leave the children behind, which was another of my anxious concerns, but I know the Lord will help us all thru it.  He is in control and will not fail; he never has.

I just thank Jesus Christ again for the long journey through a very wild ride of life, just to bring me full circle into his loving arms.  I do trust you do not think me boring or undesirable as a person because I have calmed down, but I am sure this will not be the case.  So many people have actually been embarrassed or flustered, or even flat out shocked by this mouth of mine, so it is all things that have worked together for my good that it has come to this.

Please comment if you have read this; I can still use all the prayers and encouragement I can get.  You are a part of my family, and one I can share all of this with, and I appreciate each one of you more than you will know.

There is an intimidating stack of books on my desk.  My bookcases are all filled.  The book ends on the piano and my desk can hold no more.  Whatever shall I do???

It is schoolday, and only ONE MORE regular class after day ... next week. 

Deadlines:

• major paper (10 - 12 pg) due NLT 15 April 11:59 pm for Women Writer's class (online seminar)  My topic at this point is "The Language of Jane Austen"
• major paper (10 - 12 pg) due 18 April by 6 pm for Hist of English class.  My topic is "Language and Identity: How the Two Work Together"
• portfolio due in Teaching English class:  This is the entire grade!  Portfolio will include a minimum of 5 reflections from the essays, books, and class discussions, a reflection (8 - 10 pg) on my 15 hours of observation, a brief (2 pg) evaluation of the class, a minimum of 2 interpretive questions for each of the four young adult novels we read, and an evaluation of our own performance in the class.  OY!
• final - 25 April in Hist of English (5 'short' essays)
• major paper & final due 9 May for Cinemetography class.  I believe my topic will either be a comparison between Marilyn Monroe and Julia Roberts (and their films) OR (and I'm leaning this way) between Cary Grant and say, Brad Pitt, Nick Cage, who else might make a good comparison, ladies?  ;)
• final done by 9 May for Women Writer's class. 

Is it any wonder my fingers get tired???  hahahaha BTW, this is NOT me complaining ... I am simply amazed.  I will accomplish this ... by God's grace.  It's good to write is all done in one place, so I did it here!  lol

~ B

I am so angry and I don't know where to begin, but here gos. Life sucks I just got my work evaluation and i went down in co work performance because it did not appear as if I get along with a female employee. Basically I made sure I did the job , but during down time I read books, or I did school work. Instead of finding something to do she watched t.v. or wanted to talk, because I did not talk that was found to be a stressful atmosphere...you gotta be freekin kidding me!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111 you are going to knock me because some itch can't get the job and complains that i am not talking to her....our job is to work not talk this isnt desperate houswives or soaps....