Today was another tough one. It is hard to acclimate to living with a parent (that isn’t yours). He had words with me when I got off of work. Really mix anything with a dash of depression after mania, and anything can be tainted crappy.

I’m exhausted, but I pulled out all the stops for Halloween. Decorated, have candy ready, cleaned the house. My husband went straight to bed. Maybe he is feeling depressed, too. This is usually his favorite holiday. 😦 Watching the Bride of Chucky and eating Halloween candy. It helps a bit.

I’m remembering that I had a bit of a temper tantrum about moving in with his Dad today. Crap. How insensitive, when I know he is going through the loss of his Mom. After 14 years, I forget how much that hurts.

I saw my therapist last night. It felt so weird seeing her while I was over there. I can’t remember if I shared that she is closing her practice, but she is transitioning me to her coworker. My fingers are crossed that this new therapist will be great.

I’m noticing that I’m more chatty today, could be the Twix. Bride of Chucky has just been ixnayed and switched to Closer Look. Oh, man, let’s get this election over with. Locus of control, locus of control. It is rough, because it feels like I control less as I lose my sanctuary. Ever get hypomanic and agree to move in with your in-law and agree to your first colonoscopy on the same day? Hmmm, I feel like you shouldn’t be able to make any life choices when you are manic. Can’t there be a button I can wear that says “don’t ask me for anything”? Or decisions are not binding.

Happy Halloween and Samhain.