And On and on she goes; random thoughts written over a period of time

When depressed people feel happiness, it is not wasted or taken for granted.

When I am stressed by a situation I can’t finish my thought or sentence.

Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night I have a strange feeling that I don’t exist.

Sometimes I wish I could be an anorexic again…but an hour later , I say hmmmmmm????? Indian food sounds good tonight.

I get depressed about what gravity is doing to my body.

Sometimes my brain feels like a squashed pumpkin.

Sometimes I think Gregg deserved someone much better.

When I cry in bed at night my cat sits on my chest.

Sometimes it is just easier to believe a lie than the truth.

I know that my depression is going to leave when I dream I am flying over great areas especially the ocean.

I really love the song His banner over me is love.

I have a huge problem with anger.

I worry that my children may have inherited my illness.

Keanu Reeves has short legs and a long body…… whoa.

I have a crush on Ralph Fiennes.

If I was an actress I would want Kate Blanchette’s voice.........even if I wasn't....I would....I covet Kate's vocal cords, I think that is supposed to be bad.

Since I can remember I have read people’s personality by their hands, shape , size, nail beds and movement……….

Unchecked ambition can destroy relationships

My mother refers to her bipolar illness as Hay fever; she also thinks that if you have ever eaten meat you will lose your teeth and be punished.

After my mother's father( who also had hay fever) died of lung cancer, she thought he had come back as a bird so she feeds birds all the time

I love birds…but I don’t think they are any preexisting relatives.

I bore easily……..Gregg says there is no such thing as being bored.

The only two consistent things I do without fail is wear a watch and drink coffee each morning.

Are IQ and physical strength really inverse of each other…? Is Gregg right when he says, retard strength?

Is the complexity of a culture’s language an indication of their intelligence?

One day when I was in third grade my mother felt lonely and kept me home from school. She took me to the beach and we ate bread, cheese, chicken legs and lemon pudding. She let me sip her beer too. We stayed all day long. She was nice to me.

Will my mind ever become quiet?