T H E G R E A T B E L O W........

Have I ever mentioned that having bi-polar disorder isn't easy? Sometimes it's BEYOND not easy.....sometimes it is absolutely horrifying. Recently I have gone from the ecstatic high of our beloved Georgia Bulldogs crushing Hawaii in the Sugar Bowl and being surrounded by wonderful friends and family to the lowest of lows....rather quickly.

I remember two years ago on a family vacation to Destin I hit rock bottom in the mood department because I forgot to pack all my medications. I actually sat on the beach alone for four hours contemplating what it would feel like to walk into the ocean...and keep walking...into the great below. Oh yes, The Great Below was my theme song that entire summer. A summer packed with all kinds of mental goodness......

The time for The Great Below has returned with one hell of a darkness that has me in its grip. I feel introverted and so frustrated. The only good thing that will come out of this misery is some damn good writing and artwork. See? I am optimistic after all! /sarcasm/

...and Saturday nights are also sacred.......

My day is over and now I'm waiting for the night to fall (to quote Depeche Mode).... Saturday nights alone can be such a source of contemplation and creative energy for me, especially when I can light so many candles the house is in danger of burning down and I can crank Nine Inch Nails to a gazillion decibels. Super D - no offense, but these evenings are rare and wonderful for my mental health. I have two adoring pit bulls who love and protect me. I have two of the most loving kitties in the universe to keep me company and watch me type and sketch - especially that little demonic weasel..... And I have the master of all things dark and musical pouring from surround sound. Trent Reznor is most definitely one of my muses...."I am your saviour...I am corruption...I am the angel of your destruction...I am perversion...secret desire...I am your future swallowed up in fiiiiiiire!..." Charming, huh? I can go from T-Rez to Paul Potts in 30 seconds flat.....I'll have Nessun Dorma waking the Screeching NeckBeast before long so she can actually be the one calling the cops this time...hahaha

Ahhhh, life is good. My A.D.D. and mania have flared into code red stage and I'm being the naughty little artist I was born to be. Oh, and Super D....If I accidentally burn the house down, just know in your heart that the furry kids are safe, okay?

XXXOOO,
Bagheera

P.S. Trent's gesture above is pretty much the way I feel about a lot of things at this moment...