Can someone that takes medicine have bipolar disorder and still serve with PCV?

The books I've read that have helped me with my ED are: "Bulimia: A Guide to Recovery" by Leslie Cohn and "Runaway Eating" by Cynthia Bulik

This is text form Obama's acceptance speech last night for President elect and where he included gay people: 

      "If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer....

It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states.

We are, and always will be, the United States of America" -Barack Obama

OOOOoooobbbbbaaaaaaammmmmmaaaaaa! Ahhh! He said the word "gay" in a good context. I don't have to move to Canada now! (sorry Lisa). I'm so happy I could cry.

Get out and vote dammit!  polls are open from like 6a-7p.  I don't care who you vote for just do it.  If you don't vote you don't get to b*tch about the out come. 
Love,
Jess
p.s.  I <3 B.H.O.

A new chapter can start today I guess. After two weeks of moving we are finally out of our old place and into our new place.  We hand over the keys tomorrow at 1pm.  Words can barely describe what its like to finally be out of the old house.   A year and a half of trials and tribulations of having a "slumlord", no heat in the winter and no air in the summer are finally over!  Thank the Goddess!  We are finally free of the slumlord.  I asked my father what you would call me landlord and I was looking for the word "slumlord" and my dad says, "asshole"?.  Nice.  We.  Had, No. Heat. This. Winter. None. I'm so glad that this chapter is finally over. over. over. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTT!!!!!

I'm not sure what else to write about so ask me questions.  What do YOU want to know about in MY life?

Hey ya'll.  I'm just peeking around to see if anyone is actually, strangely interested in reading about my life. I haven't written in this LJ since 2/22/08 and I haven't written regularly since last spring.  I'd like to revive this journal but only if people are still reading.  Leave me a comment and also a tidbit about you to remind me how I know you and what I know about you. 

Oh the life recap, the update from the LJ traitor (me):
The back story:  My mother died October 10, 2007 of ovarian cancer.  By November, I realized that I couldn't grieve her death and work at my high stress job so I quit with the thinking that it would be easy to get a job in my field with my Bachelor's of Social Work.  I was wrong.  By December, I found myself unemployed, without health insurance, and broke. Since December, I've been looking for a job and time has healed me.  I no longer have daily crying spells and my depression has lifted.

The current story: the job came through! I start on Monday at the job. For privacy reasons, I'll say that the place is called SKO's. Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooottttt. I know that I already described the job but here it is again: I'll be working with the boys 13-17 in a residential setting. This means that I'll be working with older youth in a college dorm-like setting helping them cope with life and loss and anger and teaching them independent living skills like cooking and cleaning. All of the clients are learning how to live on their own or how to live with roommates. All of them are victims of the foster care system, group homes and/or psychiatric units in hospital settings.

The job at SKO's is full time with good pay that will get us out of debt and carries health insurance that starts March 1st! I'm soo so so so so so so so so so so so so so so excited. The health insurance alone is worth doing back flips over.

God really came through for me on this and I feel very blessed to have this opportunity. I felt ready to move on to a real job like this one at SKO's the other day but I wondered if God agreed with me or not and now I feel that God does agree that I am ready to move on. The time between quitting my good job in December and now has been very healing. I don't cry every day over my mom dying When I was working at the daycare, I felt very depressed at the low pay, long hours, unpaid trainings, non-supportive staff, out of control kids and extra costs of pre-employment. I was really despondent while working in childcare and i was thinking about harming myself bc i was so angry at my situation (quitting my previous good job, my mom being gone and all) and then the very next day, God took all that angst away from me in the form of a call with this job offer. I think that God never gives you more than you can handle and He saw me at my breaking point and took it all away from me and gave me good stuff. Our God is an intuitive God and it is that intuitiveness that I am grateful for.

On the vegan front, I'm trying but failing miserably.  After we get some money coming in and I can afford the grocery bills of a chef, I'll be back to cooking and eating right.  I want to get my morals right on the food and animal rights front but veganism is an expensive diet if you plan on ever feeling full.  Soy based products like soy milk are expensive and its hardish to avoid in food and eating out is difficult.  However, I feel that veganism and the animals are worth it so I look forward to the vegan stuff.  Also, I still easily maintain the regular vegetarian thing which is better than nothing.

On the Amy front; she is fabulous and the best wife ever.  Still working in childcare and hating it but with my new job I will be able to take her on interviews for other jobs and that is good.

Found Objects, Cincinnati, OHIO


How much is a shilling?:


coolest mattress EVER


Reliably going out of business...99 yrs in the making


Imma rock *


It's a signs



cool tv


Poo, with illustrations:

some signs i see in my neighborhood.

Before I officially leave LJ in favor of http://jessicajoseph.blogspot.com/ I want to post my recent art so here you go:

"Untitled"



"The Failed Juggler":


"Mania":



"My mood affects her mood":


Close up of "untitled":

I am now using " http://jessicajoseph.blogspot.com/ " as my new journal. Blogspot is more user-friendly and it's easier to post photos. Mostly, I'm using it because it's easier to post photos. Please visit and give it a look around. leave a comment if you like.

http://jessicajoseph.blogspot.com/

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8. an interesting fact about you:
9. are you in love/have a crush at the moment:
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4. put this in your lj so i can tell you what i think of you.

Hey guys. Does anyone still read this journal? I'm struggling with Bipolar Disorder. I was recently diagnosed and now that everything (and I mean everything) in my life makes sense now, the grief I feel over this stigmatized diagnosis is all sharp angles. Sometimes...my breath catches in my chest over what it means to have a real mental illness. I have to sit down in the supermarket, I have to stop on the side of the road and just grieve.

I suck at my job. I'm a case manager for the mentally ill. Yeah the irony is awesome; the irony is not lost on me. I got the worst three month review at my new job because, apparently, I'm more disorganized than some of my clients. My boss said that I sometimes dress like a client, she used the word "disshevled". My clients all have schizophrenia or bipolar or other mental illness. Lovely. Just FUCKING LOVELY.

I dislike myself very strongly right now. My heart is breaking.

I have no even-keel. I'm off kilter. I'm gonna go snap a rubber band or do something more self-distructive. I'll try to write a coherent entry some time soon.

My mother died today at 5:02 pm. Ovarian Cancer Stage IV. After a 4 yearish, very brave (no "-ish") fight. She passed at home, peacefully with everyone important to her standing around, in her own bed with a quilt from Amish country just like she wanted. She did have some hair on her head (which was a totally cool thing to my mom) and she did smile less than 24 hrs before her death.

She also had said some funny things while under all the pain killers that would have made her smile because when the near-bald woman asks for a comb to brush her hair with; the best thing to do is to laugh.


She did make it to my wedding and was totally coherent and active and even make a toast that made everyone cry. I feel somewhat tho that it was my wedding that killed her. Maybe if we'd putt it off she'd still be alive.

Please try to refrain from the sympathies, I know ya'll feel bad; I just had to tell someone outside of the people here at the house that this event has happened

I got MARRRIIEEEDDDD,Ametuer Pics here: http://picasaweb.google.com/Deacon500/TheWedding?authkey=LZBaBl6rcEE

from i can has cheezeburger

Random picture post!

( July 4, HEART (THE BAND),the brand new CAR and my adorable ring bearer! )

I want you to know that there is life after ED
( Fears and Feathers and Finality...a dress and daring update )

All that I have left now is:
-engagement pictures/meeting with the photographer and getting to know her
-take dress to seamstress
-putting together the centerpieces/takeaways (potted plants for the environmental theme)

To delegate:
-someone to shop for and dress the ring bearers
-someone to decorate the reception room
-someone to set up the ipod and do minor MC-ing
-someone to drive us seperately to the venue and then to the after party
-someone to take Amy dress shopping and for alterations
....and i think that's it. With family tableclothes and china to eat off of and a BFF making the organic cake. Wow. It's come together!