My clock numbers are flat again. The blue has stayed, but not nearly as pronounced as it was. I swear they used to be red, so am really confused why they are blue now. Whatever.
I don’t feel sad or depressed… or even as flat as I did yesterday
I hope this is as low as I go.
I’m trying not to be bummed about losing the hypomania, enjoying what I have and glad it isn’t depression.
Tattoo
I want a tattoo. I usually get tattoos when I am manic, but right now am wanting one. A half-sleeve on my upper left arm under my Pulse tattoo.
Queen, of course. From the song “Innuendo.”
“You can be anything you want to be
Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be
Be free with your tempo, be free, be free
Surrender your ego, be free, be free to yourself”
I want to “Be Free with my Tempo.”
“We’ll keep on trying.”
Navelgazing Writer 