"Do you know the social services have a disability program that covers mental disorders?”
Today is the Bollywood Star's first day on the new job. He was so excited that he woke up at 3 am, then for a couple of hours tried to be a reasonable person and got to sleep again, but at 5:30 decided to abandon futile efforts and got up. It sounds a bit better if you know that we usually doze of at around 9PM.
Irritating shit. Words that ideally define my attitude to questionnaires from a psychiatric clinic. They send me a new one every week. The questions though are the same:
00:40. Bollywood Star snores abruptly and rolls over to the side. I took 15 photos of the night ceiling with my iPhone. It seems that I’ve exceeded my artistic capabilities. My hands are wrapped in splints (carpal tunnel) and therefore I google with just my fingertips - "Mania sleep advice"
What if I didn't have bipolar disorder? What if I didn't spend 6-8 months a year in a dark alternative to reality? What if instead of not wanting to wake up into this world in the morning, I would, as I do now, enjoy the awakening and the blue skies in my window? What if I enjoyed at least something during those 6-8 months a year?
Green land. That’s an english translation of Oslo’s emigrant district name - Grønland.
Я выросла в стандартной постсоветской семье. В панельном доме, в съемной двушке с тараканами и детской площадкой во дворе. Дверные косяки отступали от стен и на них можно было висеть. Я забиралась на кресло с зеленой обивкой, стоявшее возле двери в спальню, становилась на деревянный подлокотник и зацепившись пальцами висла на дверном проеме. Использовать среду не по назначению - это, возможно, один из основных источников счастья в детстве.
I grew up in an average post-Soviet family. In a panel house, in a rented one-bedroom with cockroaches and a playground in the backyard. The doorframes did not fully attach to the walls and you could grab on the top and hang down from them. I climbed onto an armchair with green upholstery, which stood near the bedroom door, I climbed on a wooden armrest and hung down with my fingers hooked on the doorway. Misusing the environment is perhaps one of the main sources of happiness in childhood.
This text was written on 12th of August 2020 as a reply to one of the questions I got in the comments.
Этот текст написан 12 августа 2020 года, как ответ на вопрос в одном из комментариев.