Musician, mechanic, writer, dreamer, techy, green thumb, emigrant, BP2, ADHD, Father, weirdo

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Cake day: June 13th, 2023

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  • I live at my mother’s place after I imploded living abroad (and my father got vascular dementia) two years ago in August.

    She is a constant nag, narcissistic, dark empath and hoarder.

    She was gone for a week, and I haven’t felt so relaxed since I moved back. That tells me I need to get the f#@k out of here.

    That said, my months-long hypo seems like it might finally be subsiding, and since my diagnosis, I’m more aware of who I am and how I tick. I guess I’m more “mindful” now. It’s wild to go back through my life and realize how much of it was my disorder.



  • Glad you are back to baseline. I’ve been hypo since April/May, but now that I am at 150mg Lamotrigine, it feels like it might be subsiding. I was actually tired at midnight last night. That hadn’t happened for months. Since April, I’ve been getting 4hrs or less sleep, about three nights each week without any sleep at all.

    I have played piano off and on for about forty years, but in the past few months, I’ve skilled up significantly. More than ever. There are other areas where I’ve excelled, too. More than is normal. The problem is that I’m doing two or four things at a time. I’ve been hypo before, but this is my longest, most intense episode yet. It led to my diagnosis.

    I was only diagnosed 7 or 8 weeks ago, so I’m not at full therapeutic levels yet. I may need 200mg or more eventually.



  • I’m back in the US for now you take care of family, but living in another country for two years was bliss except for their racist immigration staffers who openly accept bribes to avoid procedural delays (that they put in your way to punish those who don’t bribe them)…

    Medical and dental was so cheap (free for citizens), and accessible. Doctors do house calls. Taxes are done automatically. School system cares about outcomes and not test scores.

    They best part was watching the US implode from abroad and relishing that I was mostly unaffected by it.

    Oh, and getting prescription meds can be a pain, but likely more meds are available without prescription. Ritalin and Adderall for instance. Lamotrigine too. Need antibiotics? They just ask his many days worth.





  • All good. I’m not shitting on anyone’s choice, especially when it comes to playing Zelda which you can’t do anywhere else (except PC emulation). But I’ll always pipe up with a reminder when I see detailed breakdowns of how to get raped the coolest new console by Nintendo.

    I do think its worth putting out there that my CPU/GPU manufacturer never sued anybody for how they used the product they paid for. They also can’t take my games away, or brick my hardware. But, yeah, the Switch is cool, if it was $250 and not owned by the most litigious game-related company out there.






  • I wasn’t a commissioned officer. It was a civilian investigation, but not “Memento” style. Main character knew he did it. I really didn’t think the plot through very far. I just started writing with an opening scene about dumping her overboard, and an accomplice assuring me (shakes head) that she deserved it.

    I’m pretty sure I would have had to change the plot to a man on the run, but the beginning would be about the “perfect crime” (which we know doesn’t exist) and then it catching up to him. Again, not very well outlined. I just needed an outlet for my feelings of betrayal.


  • When my ex wife burned the family and marriage to the ground, I was wrecked. About a year later, I started writing a story about solving the mystery of her “perfect crime” murder. Plot twist: the detective (me) did it!

    I realized I was reliving the pain over and over again during the process. After a while, I gave up and moved on from that. Now I could go back to it as a funny project.

    I have had a very hard time living by some of the wise nuggets I’ve learned, but some of the truest happiness and peace has derived from letting go and – as half-assed as it was at first – forgiving my ex.

    Now I try my best to live in the present. The last past and the future are untouchable to me. Only the now matters, and in the now, those who have hurt me don’t matter to me. Only the healing and moving on.

    Whatever you decide – whether it’s to try to find closure in mock confrontations or never thinking of them again – I hope you find the best path for you to a lasting peace. ❤️

    Edit: typo