Hypomanic Therapy, Festivals, and My Little Pony Toys

Today was a busy (but good) day! I had therapy this morning, which went well. I am a bit hypomanic, so I think I talked for the entire hour straight with my therapist not getting much room to say anything. We discussed my difficulty dealing with criticism (which I may do a separate post on later this week) and we also talked about my long list of things I would do if I weren’t so anxious and scared to try. It was a long list! Maybe I will share that sometime too if anyone is interested.

After therapy, my husband and I went to the local Sweet Corn Festival in Fairborn, Ohio. We shared a delicious funnel cake, then bought some homemade soap, a jar of a concoction called “Black Bear Jam” (made with blackberries, blueberries, and black raspberries), and a little bit of handmade maple candy.

Lastly, we went to do a little shopping and I found these awesome 35th Anniversary My Little Pony Windy and Skydancer toys for sale at Target:

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They even came with 80’s style puffy stickers! I had been hoping they would re-release some unicorn and pegasus ponies, so that made my day!!!

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6 thoughts on “Hypomanic Therapy, Festivals, and My Little Pony Toys

      1. I remember reading about personality disorders when I was like in year 5 or 6 at school. I felt like schizophrenic seemed to fit me but not knowing what that meant and the reaction i received when I said it to a friend… I quickly shut that shit down. I know I’m fucked up in the head, in a number of many many ways. But I’m nothing enough of anything to fit into any type… im depressed, and manic, and psychotic, and delusional, and psychic, and practical, and beautiful, and hideous, and good, and evil, and loving, and apathetic, I’m in my head, and in my body… I’m smart, but also dumb. And so multifaceted.
        Cyclothymic, schizoaffective, eating disorder NOS, bouts of narcolepsy vs insomnia… I love and hate sleep. And I dont need medication. I dont want medication although I will (because I do) medicate when it inhibits my ability to function.
        It’s so infuriating. This eternal internal war. And I can fucking rationalize and intellectualize it once I am able to emotionally detach from it. But we must not sacrifice our emotions because that is what brings joy. And joy is tantamount to the human experience. Like motherfucker. I sound insane.

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