
Fuck you, bipolar disorder, for causing me to be put on lithium for a year and leaving me with a residual intention tremor that has been a real fucking nightmare for so many of these miniature things I’m making. Having to put these tiny pieces of toothpick on this doll shoe to approximate track spikes was almost impossible – I had to use tweezers and hold my wrist with my left hand, and it still looks like shit.
Also, fuck you, bipolar and lithium, for halfway killing Jeremy Brett and making it so that I can’t watch the last two seasons of his Sherlock Holmes because I over-relate way too much and have damn near spiralled into a depression about it, and I never even fucking knew the man.
Fuck bipolar.
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