Thursday, May 13, 2010

(does that make me crazy?)





Some lovely photos... because it just isn't finals/exam time unless I'm posting ridiculous photos of my current exhausted state on the internet.


I need to give a special thanks to all of my family/friends who are giving me so much support at this time. I REALLY could not do this without you guys on my side and cheering for me.
So...
Thanks for the encouraging texts, skype messages, emails, & phone calls.
Thank you for driving me all over the place, surrounding me with good music, and buying/making me food.
Thank you for calming me down when I'm upset, thank you for patience, thank you for hugs, thank you for finding me tissues and offering your shirt when there are no tissues around.
Thank you for distracting me and allowing me to distract myself on occasion.
Thank you for loving me and caring about me and knowing that I can do this.
Thank you for believing in me.

I cannot say it enough, my life is incredibly blessed with some damn great people.

Alright, back to paper writing, exam studying and so on...wish me luck!!!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

(a hard day for dreaming again)

“So why would I want anything to do with this illness? Because I honestly believe that as a result of it I have felt more things, more deeply; had more experiences, more intensely; loved more, and been more loved; laughed more often for having cried more often; appreciated more springs, for all the winters; worn death “as close as dungarees,” appreciated it – and life – more; seen the finest and most terrible in people, and slowly learned the values of caring, loyalty, and seeing things through. I have seen the breadth and depth and width of my mind and heart and seen how frail they both are, and how ultimately unknowable they both are. Depressed, I have crawled on my hands and knees in order to get across a room and have done it month after month. But, normal or manic, I have run faster, thought faster, and loved faster than most I know. And I think much of this is related to my illness – the intensity it gives to things and the perspective it forces on me.”

-Kay Redfield Jamison, 'An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness'