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Hello!  Happy New Year and Happy February – how did it get to be February?  Wasn’t it just Christmas or do I just think that because there are a couple of Santas still hanging around in my living room?  Hmmmm, perhaps I should get them back up in the attic.

I’m sorry I’ve been away – some of you have written and checked up on me – thanks!  I’m okay just a little all over the place at the moment.

I’m back in college, getting my degree in graphic design.  I know, last time I was here I was a Life Coach – I still am, it’s just that I’ve gotten lots of requests for business cards, stationery and other design media from other Coaches so I sort of fell into the ink well and figured I should add on to my natural talents with the technical stuff.  I like school – a lot!!!  It gets me out of the house and I’m good at graphic design so that’s always a good ego booster.

I’m changing the Bipolar Chick website – it had started getting old and my first attempt at changing it was a little too “fluffy & sweet” all flowers and pinks and purples.  I’m sweet and soft but I can also be strong, stubborn, single-minded and a little sour and I think the site should reflect that more.

So I’ve been wandering in the woods of “no motivation” but I can see the exit from here and I’m thankful that there is no snow out there – just a little rain.

I hope that my readers will return and that my new and hopefully improved musings, resources and information will bring a giggle, smile, heady conversation and strong debate.

There’s a lot going on in the states and a lot of it has been blamed on “crazy, mentally ill folks”, we need to talk about these things – we need to change these things.

I hope you’ll hang out and share your thoughts!

Peace and Power are ours for the taking – let’s grab some!

Bipolar Chick

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I’ve Got Your Crazy

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Quiet and sneaky you crawled out of my heart

At times I can’t tell where I end and you start

When I am strong – you are weak, hard to see

But when you take over I cease to be me

No one’s sure what to call you – disease, illness, disorder

To me you are just a non-rent paying boarder

You bounce through my life from the wild to lazy

They think that it’s me but you bring the crazy

The pills help me keep you contained in a box

But when you leak out it’s my life that rocks

The friends and the loved ones you have not scared away

They no longer demand they just hope day to day

Once surrounded by scorn, fear, shame and blame

I now understand and can call you by name

No longer a victim of your evil steam roller

I shout from the rooftop – That’s Right, I’m Bipolar

kiss me im bipolar

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