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I Am An Old Lady

Mental illness has turned me into an old woman. Yep. Put me out to pasture. Seriously, unless I am engaged in a task I am very, very, very tired. Like nap-time tired. Like should I be driving, tired?

Also, I am back to the hands shaking business. I know it is a med induced things, but it is back and I don’t like it. My handwriting is for shit. I look like I jonesing for a hit of something. Maybe I am, a hit of prescribed meds. My hands just vibrate. It even makes typing hard.

And quite honestly,  I am not interested in having a boyfriend because that usually leads to intimate encounters and this old lady isn’t interested.

Anyone else feel aged by bipolar disorder?





I Am An Old Lady

Elaina J. Martin

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Martin, E. (2016). I Am An Old Lady. Psych Central. Retrieved on August 19, 2019, from


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