Who Knew That 'Yay' Wasn't in the Dictionary?

Things are turning around.

Its been a rough few months and I know that Ive been using this blog to vent. I mean its my blog so I guess I can write whatever I want to.

However I have been really negative. Its been a tough few months.

My brother and Grandfather were both hospitalized, my mom went through 4 circles of mania to depression and back in a record time. Therapy has been hard (well its always hard but still) and with a record amount of pollen this year and me having asthma, I haven't been able to breathe for about 4 months. A fellow blogger I followed passed away from her life long battle with Cystic Fibrosis. A lot of stress with finals coming up. Oh and I'm getting over gastroenteritis this past 5 days or so. Either way I've been crabby and negative and I do feel bad about that.

Its so easy to be negative.

So easy to look at the bad and forget to see the good. Sometimes its hard to see the good. Sometimes its REALLY hard to see. But its always there, and I forgot that.

Ive been so self centered lately and I feel bad about that. No positive posts. I feel bad that whoever the heck reads this (and I know someone does because the counter is almost up to 600 views(WOW)) has been reading negative after negative after negative since about January or so.

So a happy post.

Hm lets see.

How about I just name positives?

Yea that's a start.

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Ha ha well I just smiled because that line looks like the ones from emails when something is forwarded to like 245793457039485 people. Admit it, you know exactly what I'm talking about!

I have both of my parents alive

I have a bed to sleep in

Ive made progress in therapy

I laugh and smile at little things

When I get to a point where I can either curl up in a ball, fall apart and cry or just laugh- I laugh

I have a God that loves me

I'm going to HOSA nationals for something even my Drs never imagined I would do well in (HA I was right!)

I meed with my psych MD tomorrow and I wont need medicine changes =D

I have two best friends that I can go to for almost anything

I know someone else who has a mom with bipolar

I have a woman who I love as a mother and she loves me too

I know exactly where I want to go to college and what I have to do to go there

-Ive already talked to them and they want me to go there

-Yea I think in lists and sub lists under the lists

-No its TOTALLY not odd!

I'm good at making lists!

I thrive under stress

I'm wearing comfortable socks which makes me smile

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So there we have it a list (which I'm pretty good at making =) ) of positive things. I think it kinda warped into a ' Kathryn, remember your good at stuff ' list but oh well. It works.

Well there it is, the start of positive blogging. Although I cant promise there wont be any venting but I will try my best.

Well I'm gonna head on to bed since its almost 3 am and I am finally able to try and go to school again tomorrow (Although I did sleep on and off for like 16 hours today). Yay! (No. I'm serious on the yay, Ive been in bed for days now its getting really old)

Manic at the Disco

Mania. Oh how I hate you!

Mania isn't just hyperactivity around here. OH no. That would be too easy! Its about 4 days of rage filled people ganging up against you. Not just violence, what kind of orange juice to buy, what to have for dinner, should the music/volume of something be turned around, etc. And boy is it starting to get on my nerves!

It would also be too easy to have just 1 person with bipolar in this house. Nope gotta have two, so two times the medicine, two times the anger, two times the irrational behavior and OH boy do these 2 affect each other in their cycles.

My brother was hospitalized (medical, not psych) on Tuesday and released on Wednesday. This spun my mother into a spontaneous manic state. It was only exacerbated when my grandfather was hospitalized on Wednesday almost dying of hypothermia for no apparent reason. My mother isn't suppose to be manic right now, she is suppose to be in that time of about a week where she is normal. But she is manic like crazy right now which makes my brother also change in his cycle pattern and become manic as well.

And they are not just like hyper. They are angry, violent, short fused, ticking time bombs of rage, make you want to run and hind in a hole for the next week or so kind of manic.

I hate it.

So much so that even though I am no where near the child bearing state of my life, I have been thinking about how close I was to my grandmother and if I want that for my children when I have kids.

My mom wants to be a grandmother more than ANYTHING in the ENTIRE WORLD.

But for my kids future would I want them to be around someone like that?

I know first hand what constant exposure to my mother is like and what it does to a person's mental health. (Not good people, NOT GOOD)

I also have someone who is near and dear to my heart that is for all intents and purposes, my mother. I have no relation with this woman, but for some reason we just kinda clung to each other. No idea why but I sure am glad it happened. She is emotionally stable, a kind, good hearted woman that is so loving its actually bringing me to tears as I type this.

I want her as my mother. I really do. I would trade in a heart beat with no regrets.

I know with open adoptions (not that I'm adopted or would ever be put up for adoption) as the child grows older it is explained to them that their birth mom is special because she helped them find their family, the people that were suppose to raise them. That the child chose the birth mom to be their birth mom but they chose someone else to be their mommy and that the birth mother helped them find their true mommy.

Unrelated I know but still at the same time it is related. When I was younger I heard that before you are born you choose your parents and there were dozens of times I was on my knees yelling at God "WHY ON EARTH WOULD I CHOOSE THESE PEOPLE?!?!? I'M NOT THAT STUPID AM I ?!?" But I think I might finally get it. I think that before I was born I choose my parents to raise me but I choose this woman to be my mom.

She loves me like a daughter and I love her like a mother and we have even talked about when I do have kids would I be open to letting her see them and be like an unofficial grandmother. Of course I said yes I would LOVE for that to happen I would love my kids to get to know her and have her in their lives. But the more I think about it, the more I think about how much I want her to be their grandmother instead of my mother.

My mother is bipolar. She is going to be bipolar until the day she dies. There is a good chance she would treat my children the same way that she treats me. I would never wish that upon anyone! Let alone my children.

I'm torn. I have a decision to make when I go to collage soon. I will be on my own and I can choose to move anywhere and not have any contact with my family if I want to. Most days that's what I want. Just to go run off to Russia or something (eh maybe somewhere less cold).

But I would ultimately be hurting myself and my kids. Would I tell them about my family? Would I invite them to my wedding even? Would I have my mom told that I had a child? Would I raise my children not knowing anything of their grandmother and just let the loving one who whats to be a grandmother to my children be the sole grandmother? What would happen if/when they found out? How would I explain it? If I just say they are all dead would that work? Would they understand and forgive me? Would they try and find the members of my side of the family? How would my mother react?

OK. Enough questions aka the constant thought process of someone with 4 panic disorders brought on by living in this environment.

I don't know what to do. I have time to decide but still its not a black and white decision. Its all grey, 100% of it.

Can someone just give me the answers? I'm kinda drowning over here!