And So It Starts

We often hear people using the word "normal" it is, in fact, very widely used throughout ones day, week, year. I for one, have heard it used numerous times, to describe many different scenes and many different beings.

"oh this is quite normal for him..."

"oh this weather is perfectly normal for England..."

But what do we class as "normal"

The dictionary defines normal as -

Normal:
Adjective - conforming to a standard;usual, typical or expected.

Noun- the usual, average or typical state or condition.

I guess then in many ways I am a "normal" 23 year old female. I go out with my friends at the weekends, I enjoy shopping for clothes, I fight with my brother and my parents occasionally, my room is a mess and I love pizza. All pretty standard you may say.

However, I am not "normal"

I have Bipolar Affective Disorder - type II

I love going out with my friends... To quiet pubs, and I don't drink alcohol. I enjoy shopping for clothes - but only online.
Instead of yoyo dieting, I yoyo everything! Some day I may love you. Other days I may hate you.

I cry for hours, then I laugh like it is the funniest thing to have ever happened.

I am a genius yet also a moron.

I am the life and soul of the party... Yet the biggest loner.

I am so tired, yet so awake.

I have a brilliant memory, but I will forget your name.

I squander money. I have no respect for it. But it makes me happy. I once spent £1500 in less than an hour. "well done" some of you may say. But I spent it on others and not on myself. I bought my best friend a £300 handbag - generosity or stupidity?

I was going to start with my life story and tell you how I ended up where I am now... Instead I think I'll start from today and maybe let you in on a few flash backs when they are deemed appropriate.

This will be a roller coaster. I love that you are joining me for the ride. Please keep your hands and feet inside at all times ;-)