Dear local hospital system.
I owe you a lot of money. Thank you for not being like the debt collectors and actually treating me like a real person. I don't plan on being this poor forever, but right it's all I have, just barely floating by. It sucks the people who are suppose to help financially have these stupid deadlines. I'm not mentally ok, and dealing with some hard stuff in life. I don't want to print out three months of bank statements. You don't need to see every taco bell run. K? Second, I wouldn't have a debt, if you listened to me. I'm not saying I know everything, I don't. I'm saying when I go to p-doc's office and say "I'm suicidal, I think I need a med change." The reaction is not ok. I don't want to wait three weeks. I feel suicidal now; I need help now. (now being then, not now now. I'm ok.) Seriously, I don't take big doses; I'm not a drug dealer. I'm sure people love my pills, random lactation, acne, weight gain. Yeah. I don't need to stay 6 days in a hospital to be given lithium. (Because of a long weekend, I didn't even fulfill the 96 hour hold).
Seriously. I know what's going on. I'm bipolar, not stupid.
Love
Jamie

Dear School Health People,
When I say I'm moody, it means I'm moody. Not stressed. Finals have never, in my five years of college and four years of high school, stressed me out. Not even a little. It's a test, all the material is in the book or the study guide and I probably have a big fat A. I had 4 finals, and three of them resulted in a pizza or food party. The last was human sexuality. Not too hard; I made a better grade than some of the psyc majors. Life is good, you give me a shot of depo provera and I suddenly try to rip my skin off to get it out....yeah, not normal. We're not talking crying at chick flicks, here. Lets talk about mood to a bipolar person. I'm very aware of my emotions. Don't question me. Second, 20 hours of sleep a day is not normal, even if its been a long semester. See above, it was easy.
Not cool.
Jamie.


Dear mom,
No, I'm not calling you back after you and two of my brothers just told me was a jerk I am for graduating. I did not graduate. I did have a daily dose of diarrhea and did not get paid for playing at graduation. If you want communication, me not being good enough and my husband not being good enough is going to have to stop. Which I know will not happen. For me to be happy with you, you'd have to realize you have a problem and start seeking help. Since that's not happening, I'm avoiding you. I don't like you. Common sense and reason doesn't matter to you, my opinion and feelings don't matter to you. You say you want respect and to give respect. Bah Humbug!
grr