I know it, since we work all the time and that’s what they do...I feel like I’ve hardly done anything yet this year so far so fast.

If we start and try to think of work....those parts front and that’s all we think about leaving me high and dry....so I don’t want to think about it.

But if we don’t work, we get that lost feeling and start crashing- damned if you do and damned if you don’t.

Like, there is no connection between different parts of one’s life, and my part has been minimal.

I’m not allowed to go out in public, to be seen by other people, so I’m confined to my lonesome with Cleo who doesn’t mind whom we are as long she gets food and pettings.

I’m pretty sure that is the norm for most everyone on this particular forum of PC. Then the bipolar meds makes your memory worse.

I feel like I’m in a bubble of the present with no future and not much of a past dealing with the now as it happens the best that we can.

I have no real concept of time.