Ain't Mental Illness Fun?

So, I'm sure I've mentioned before, once or twice, that I'm nuts. Bipolar II to be precise, along with Borderline Personality Disorder and just for the heck of it, a little PTSD, ADHD and anxiety disorder.

So, yeah, I've talked about my mental illnesses before. So why am I mentioning them again? Well, they are a big part of me and who I am. I'm not defined by my M.I., but it is part of who I am. I spend each day fighting it to a standstill. We have come to a compromise, my M.I. and I. Mostly I can keep it under control, with paying attention and good drugs.

But, sometimes I'm not the one who wins. Sometimes my crazy beats me. The past couple of weeks have been like that. Too much stress, not enough sleep, not enough time to myself, too much caffeine and not eating right all conspired against me. Now, I have no one but myself to blame. I know better.

When that starts to happen I start getting really anxious. I can't breathe anxious, I feel like I have no skin anxious.

That's what it's been like for the past couple of weeks for me. And then I get a little manic.

DH has told me he likes me a little manic, which makes me feel guilty for trying to remain stable. I need to feel stable. I don't like how I feel when I am manic, even a little bit, because I feel out of control and I hate that. But he likes it when I am. Very frustrating.

I need to figure out what to do.

What a weekend.

I've been planning all weekend up to blog about the Royal Wedding. Yes, I am one of those people who got up and watched it. I DVRed it so I didn't get up any earlier than I normally do. I also DVRed it because I knew that The Boy wouldn't want to watch it. So watch it I did. I saw The Dress and The Kiss, or rather, Kisses.

I watched Diana and Charles get married, I had to watch their boy. I'll watch Harry too and then their kids. Yes, I am fascinated by the lives of the royals. I love Queen Elizabeth I, and I respect QEII.

But, that's no longer the big story. The big story broke late last night. Osama bin Laden is dead.

Eight years, to the day, since Bush43 declared "Mission Accomplished", the Mission is truly Accomplished. OBL should always have been the priority. Afghanistan should have always been the priority. Instead Bush43 chose to go after Iraq and Saddam Hussein, who had nothing to do with 9/11 and everything to do with the fact that Bush43 wanted to prove that he was at least as good as his daddy. Less than a year after 9/11 Osama bin Laden was deprioritized. Now don't get me wrong, I think that the world is a bit safer with Iraq democratized and Hussein gone. It's just that they had nothing to do with 9/11, and it was a pointless war in which many people on all sides died.

But last night, acting on a tip received in August 2010 and involving 8 months of research and tracking down and verification, Osama bin Laden is dead. He was killed by US Special Forces in a firefight.

I'm glad that he's dead. I'm not rejoicing in the fact that he is dead. I think the Earth is a better place without him here. I hope that his death brings some peace to the families of all his victims, all over the world.

Maybe tonight or tomorrow morning I will blog about the Royal Wedding.