Elvis Presley- Can’t Help Falling In Love With You
I must’ve heard it subconsciously through a tv show but I just needed to listen to Elvis’s voice right now.
Blue Christmas-I was going to skip but for some reason, I feel I needed to listen to it.
Jailhouse Rock- I kind of feel like dancing, getting out of my bed, but I’ll just stay here and continue to type whatever comes to my mind. This is the most I have written in a while so I will just follow wherever music brings me.
I am feeling the effects of my depression, especially my seasonal affective disorder-Some people say it doesn’t exist and it may just be a deficiency elsewhere in my body, maybe but I know how I’ve been feeling throughout the majority of my life. A lot of it is sadness, confusion, pain, anger, suppressed memories, and insecurities- a shitload of them.
Suspicious Minds- Now this song I like a lot.
Hounddog- Always brings me back to the Grease Soundtrack-Hands down my favorite movie of my childhood. My obsession was so intense that I wore the same Pink Lady costume for 3 years straight. I didn’t care. Deep down I felt I had that Pink Lady confidence but I was the shyest bitch around.
Okay so enough of Elvis, now I decided to check out Spotify’s All About 50s playlist.
RunAround Sue is on the top of the list. Every single wedding has this on their playlist ever since I was a kid till this very day. Slut Shaming wedding anthem.
I know I’m rambling and most likely not making any sense and whoever is reading this may have lost interest by the third sentence but I’ll keep writing because I know eventually, I’ll get somewhere with it.
I haven’t written a solid piece since I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder II on November 15th, 2012.
A few hours and days later Lamictal and Seroquel were introduced into my bloodstream. Blessing and a curse, let me tell you.
I’m not placing all the blame on the magical pills to somewhat kind of put me on track for that time period but hell they are a huge reason why my creativity was stunted.
Prior to that day, I was experiencing manic-depressive episodes from late 2010 till the day I was diagnosed. So, pretty much for two years, I didn’t sleep or slept too much. I was slowly fading away, what kept me going were my manic sprints of billions of ideas that seemed to be locked up in me for years. What a rush it was, a drug and at that time I wasn’t even smoking weed like I used to. Pot wouldn’t even help me get creative, unlike mania.
What led me to Manic Depressive Episodes for two years?
I’ll let you know in another convoluted post.