So off I went, got myself a Lamy fountain pen and I started writing... I haven't stopped since.
I have been sitting in front of my laptop day in day out for weeks now, with very little to show for it except a bunch of random google searches which include "why would Ritalin stop working".
I have failed my Beloved, Maybe even more since the day I committed myself to Him than before He put a ring on my finger. I am Gomer. I am a Christian, a pew-warmer, a Bible-reading, Jesus-preaching Gomer. I am unfaithful to God, I try to love Him in purity, but I fail.
I'm still here
His plan for your day and what you need to do are intertwined, overlap and dance around each other with every step you take.
U is my alles, my begin en my einde, my hoop en my vreugde my lang nag en kort dag my staan en my val, my uitreik en inkyk
A post I wrote on OLE about our move down to Cape Town
This is my first post on OLE where I talk about a personal experience concerning my walk with bipolar (I’m usually the academic boring you to death :)). So I want to tell you about my experience these past three months. I have gone, and is still busy going through a big change: my husband and I have moved down to Cape Town from Pretoria and I have started my PhD in chemical engineering at UCT (kinda like starting a new job for me).
When we finally made the decision to move to Cape Town so that I can start my PhD, I worked out a plan of how I would avoid triggering an episode, afterall, I will be leaving my amazing psychologist and awesome psychiatrist behind as well as long time friends and family. Then there is also the change of scenery, going from a familiar city and campus…
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Hello everyone, Sorry for being so quiet, I've really been struggling with writer's block. But I'm forcing myseelf today to give you an update on how I'm doing. Hmmm, that is a tricky thing to answer. There are so many aspects to life, it is hard to give me a mark out of ten. But … Continue reading Cape townian? Not yet…
get stuck and eventually end up going back to that horrible place, or move forward - face the mountain and start climbing it.
I will be fine if I just don't listen to all the ghost stories flying in and out of my mind at will.