MY BIPOLAR MOTHER

I am the daughter of a bipolar mother. My experiences with my mother, family, and friends teach me everyone's reality is different and perception is the friend or the foe of the day. I am hoping my posts give insight to those who are curious and give comfort to those who see a parallel. I invite feedback and look forward to collaboration. It is my focus to spread joy, even on dark days. Smiles can be effortless or the workout of the day. Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

feeling sorry for herself, blaming me for her current situation

 




I am feeling let down that I only lived in my Cartwright spacious apt so short time w ice maker private laundry & Costco pantry. It was fun & plenty wall space after RV to inspire my art. Many more +s than -s.


Now I live in Whoville & who cares here?

Revel in your weekend w spacious place w ice maker private laundry & all🌻

Please I live in Old Gizzer Motel 6 at 73 no privacy too many in/out door lights 24/7 & constant noise ...........Hope better for You💜🌻🐰

 

Why was I not fully informed ... just a forced move out sight conveniently warehoused & my spirits wasted away🦋🦋🦋🦋

 




Here is a little background on this story.  My mother-in-law is a genius, a great manipulator with a super high IQ.  She has successfully convinced everyone that she needed to quit work at age 55 and self-hibernate against society.  She has made zero friends in 15 years; will not volunteer for nothing; will not participate in any fun functions, etc.  She actually enjoys just doing nothing and blaming everyone else for her situation.



















































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