Raw Writing for the Real World of Bipolar

The holiday went off without too much fuss. I saw my sister, her husband, my niece and nephew, my grandmother and my mother. No drama, thank god. My father couldn't visit, however, because he's lost his job. I'm worried about him, but what to do? There's nothing I can do about it, so I worry. I'm not as worried as I usually would be. He usually lands on his feet. He didn't call for Thanksgiving which worried me a bit, but that's not unusual.

I decided that I'm a chronic worrier. The holidays always have me in a mood. I'm going to try my best to worry less for this next holiday. LOL Deciding it shall make it so? We'll see.

I've recently become a closet smoker. I haven't told the husband that I'm smoking, but I think he's figured it out. He's not an idiot. I smell like smoke, hello! I don't know what it is about this time of year, but I feel the need to smoke. I want to be outside and this is a perfect excuse. I'm sure I'll stop again. I usually do. I also made sangria. Yum-o!