This time, you could tell by the look on his face that he was worried I had relapsed. I quickly explained that I was dialing in my Bipolar 1 meds and my sobriety was fine. We both laughed and then we went back to the folks he was touring with. I still believe that was the universe telling me I was on the right path.
(Warning - Adult Content) If you’re not careful, and this need to sleep with young people you have is an addiction, this “mental conflagration” over the Ethics Report is going to make things much, much worse. It could even turn into other addictions.
I never experienced depression. I didn’t know what rage mania was yet, even though I had engaged in it thousands of times, so I didn’t think Bipolar. My doctor then explained what BiPolar 1 was. Finally, I was diagnosed.
Somebody has to pay for it. Screaming isn’t enough. We need to empty wallets and make businesses lay people off. Hello Chamber of Commerce.
Wednesday June 16th: If I follow the rules set for the Universe that my Higher Power put in play, I will celebrate 19 years of sobriety this September. A lot goes into making that happen. Taxing me for it is not a good idea.
One of them is how expensive his relationship with Mayor Polisena is going to turn out to be. I have another example this week.
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