Keeping it Together

The last few weeks have been hard.  Very hard.  I've been trying to put on a brave face and fake smile my way through the days, but it's exhausting sometimes.  Fighting the bipolar without my medications is hard work.  I try and keep myself occupied at all time, run further, meditate more, stay busy and keep moving.  That's how I fight it, I don't know any other way, but it still wins sometimes, maybe most of the time, I don't know.  I do know that trying for a baby and eventually having a healthy child is worth it though.  Kids always are.  There are a few I can keep taking at low doses, but really it's not worth it to me, even if the risk of anything happening is very small, the fact that there would be a risk at all makes it not worth it.  On top of that I'm packing, planning and trying to get things ready for our upcoming move next month.  Sometimes I feel like I'm going to crack, but mostly I try and remind myself that it's going to be ok.  Besides, we're moving to Hawaii and you can't really beat that.  Hey, anyone want to come see me try and surf once I'm pregnant?  Lol!  No?  Aw, well, I promise to take pictures.

Boston

I went into town today here in NC, rather depressed from the news and thinking the world has gone mad.  Everywhere I looked though as I drove through, were thoughts of Boston.  Many of the signs now say Pray for Boston underneath the daily specials or what have you.  I cannot fathom why someone would bomb a race, or anything really, I guess I lack the psychopath gene (go me), but it's nice to be reminded that we're not all bad.

The people of Boston will continue to be in my thoughts and I really hope next year's marathon is a raging success.  I'm sure it will be.

This made me laugh.