Well, now you’ve done it…
Oh boy! You sure have 🙂 wait… what have you done?! Lol Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.
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& my attempts to end the stigma…
I don’t know why this section is all in caps… Imma run with it tho.
I’M BIPOLAR, MANIC DEPRESSIVE, WITH AGORAPHOBIC TENDENCIES, SCHIZOAFFECTIVE DISORDER, ANXIETY ISSUES AND PTSD. IM A NUTCASE BUT I’M JUST A REGULAR PERSON, YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW THE BATTLES I FIGHT BEHIND CLOSED DOORS IF I WASN’T HELL BENT ON MAKING A DIFFERENCE FOR HOW PEOPLE WITH MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES ARE TREATED. WE ARE HARDWIRED DIFFERENTLY THAN YOU. THAT’S IT. IT’S A CHEMICAL FLAW, NOT ONE OF CHARACTER.
I AM PROUD TO BE BIPOLAR BECAUSE I KNOW I WAS MADE TO BE ME FOR A REASON. IMPERFECTLY PERFECTLY ME, FLAWS AND ALL.
I struggle daily with my own mind. I struggle with the simplest of everyday tasks… If I can help someone going thru something no matter how small, just by being open about my life than I’m happy. If you have done nothing more than get dressed for the day going thru whatever struggle you are, I’m proud of you.
I have an affinity for critters. Always have. Always will. I get along better with animals , they are pure and trusting. They don’t judge me and they listen. From early on I’ve always been an animal lover. I’ve always had pets and plenty of them. My main goal in life is to run a rescue. A Christian ranch for rescued horses, and children. A way to teach scripture by teaching the care and responsibility of taking care of God’s creatures. They rely on us as we rely on him. It’s hard work but worth it.
My family has always worked for the animals. My mother worked for vet clinics as far back as I can remember. It’s all I have know . I Learned from her. I can suture, and clean wounds , I can administer shots and meds, I can clip nails and do just about any of the basic things a vet tech can do.
I recently started an attempt at forming a network of volunteers to help trap nueter and release some of my towns hundreds of feral and abandoned cats. It’s called PAWS for THOUGHT.
I earned my Bachelors Degree in Graphic Design from Full Sail University despite losing everything to a house fire caused by a careless neighbor. I did an online 4year degree and still despite wanting to quit after the fire, I still managed to earn academic achievement in Art History. Like I mentioned before, if it involves the creation of anything I’m down to do it.
I was born with art and the need to create in my blood. It feeds my emotions and gives me reason. Making people happy with something I made whether it’s a hoodie, Tshirt, logo, graphic, painting, or a wolf tooth necklace, I live for those moments. If you can think of it, I can and will create it. Just Check out my Etsy Shop!
Reviews and Critique
I absolutely love getting reviews and this one review for my very first hand designed #bipolarbabydeer Tshirt was outstanding!
The first day I wore your shirt I rescued a baby deer that got hit by a car.
Feel free to use the photos on social media if you want.
Fawn Elaine is just an average 36 year old woman. I am as normal as you are I just got short-changed in the chemical department. Having these disorders or symptoms does not affect my morals or views. It doesn’t change my character or my nature. I was made To be this way for a reason. I’m OK with being me.
I’m here if you need to talk…
Reach out if you need to talk to someone or just cause. I am OK with making new friends, been here a year and don’t have any. My social interaction is limited to this blog for the most part, it’ll be cool if ya ‘ll talked back once in a while. I just want people to understand it’s not something that can just be better, it’s not something I can get over. This is me and a huge part of who I am is because of my mental illnesses. If you have questions ask them, if you have a story share it. I got sick and tired of pretending I was someone I’m not, of putting on a phony smile and pretending everything is OK. I got tired of being a fake. I’m me. The Bipolar Baby Deer. I’m whacked out and a fruit cake. I’m looney, crazy, insane, or just Sane, who really fucking knows? I don’t, I do know I’m going to do this until I’m dead, or until I figure out why I am the way I am.