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Tim Pangburn

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bipolar

What business books won’t teach you

You know what they don’t teach you in business books? How to do this shit with a mental disorder. Business books are designed to teach normal people how to run businesses successfully. I’m bipolar 2 and have ADHD. I can barely shower successfully sometimes. Yet somehow here I am running a business with two locations. […]

Am I the tree or the building?

I’ve been learning a lot lately about what it means to be bipolar. There’s a lot of character traits I possess that I never realized were symptoms. There’s also a lot of symptoms I didn’t realize I possessed as character traits.  For example, when hypomanic, bipolar people tend to have increased confidence, often to the […]

Getting lost in losing time

The sounds ringing through my head are only echoes now. Echoes of something foreign. A role I played, in some fever dream. Warhorses on the ashes of enemies, crushing bones beneath hooves. Flayed alive in all the splendor of hell.  Even seeing days beyond that is a gift. I could at any time fall to […]

How do we overcome obstacles?

I’m in a slump. Somewhere inside, I’d like to get things done, and make progress on goals, but outside I’m coated with a general malaise. It’s part depression, part pandemic, and part disruptions in my medication. Basically, I’m all fucked up. I don’t know what to do about it. Normally when I get stuck, I […]

Episodes

No, not the season premier of the Mandalorian, I mean mental health episodes. See, my entire day has been a mental health episode. From the moment I woke up until the time I’m writing this, and I’m sure until the time I lay down to sleep. Some days are like that. I can only hope […]

Wolves in wolves clothing

I’m restless, yet I refuse to get off my ass. I have a hundred things to do, yet I refuse to get off my ass. I have time sensitive matters to attend to, yet, you guessed it, I refuse to get off my ass. When I was younger, sitting on my ass and playing video […]

Art imitates life

I’ve been struggling for some time to identify the feelings that have been running through my mind. They’re all so familiar, yet in some sort of foreign and unknown configuration. Like if my normal dysfunction is a Rubik’s Cube, then my current dysfunction is that same cube jumbled up. I haven’t been able to place […]

This Post Has No Pictures

This post doesn’t have any pictures. It won’t have any fancy links, or interesting facts. It doesn’t have formal structure, or much structure at all, really. It’s a minor miracle it groups words into sentences and paragraphs. There is a reason for it, though. I’m writing this post because I don’t write enough. And it […]