Human Contact

Thursday is the big day. We are sailing to England on the Queen Mary II. It should be incredibly exciting. I am afraid of the flying part, but the ship should not be so scary. It is as big as a small town.
The bipolar keeps me by myself more than not. I have to work on this getting out and being sociable thing. Now I did get a call tody from soemone I believe was a Jehovah's Witness. that was a strange interlude. I don't think she agreed with all of my answers to her queries. When she got to the offering of an article, I politely ended the conversation. I may need human contact, but I am not sure she qualified as someone to cheer me.

Still Around

No, I have not left the country or gone into some cloistered nunnery. I have just been struggling with this bipolar diagnosis. It has been difficult to type even a short entry. Besides racing thoughts, there is the anxiety. I have considered writing about the symptoms and such, something for novices at this journey, but do I really want to frighten the newly initiated?