June 16, 2003


The longer that I live the more convinced I become that I am bipolar. Take now, for instance. Earlier today I was overjoyed at the idea of driving my new car to Longview to pick up my liscence plates and registration. I enjoyed the trip up there and the trip back. Now, I feel depressed.

I have absolutely no reason to be depressed. Yes, my sister was killed in an explosion a little over two months ago, but I refuse to believe that it is just now causing me to become depressed after no depression (after the initial mourning) for almost two months. In fact, I have more reasons to be happy right now than I have had in quite some time. I got a new car, I just returned from a trip to the Florida Keys, I get to keep my scholarship, I was able to catch up on a lot of reading that I had been intending to do, and I even have older relatives coming to me for advice. Yet, I feel horrible depressed. I don't understand it.

I also just realized this is my third post to this blog today. I think that maybe I am just thinking too much about everything in my life right now.

Posted by Randy at June 16, 2003 11:48 PM