Emilie Conroy (mayahuel) wrote,
Emilie Conroy
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And three years later...

Boy, I'll tell you. Time. It just keeps going forward.

Here's a revision of the revision of the first post I made back in 2013.


I thought it would be neat to take the very first entry from this journal and do a little updating. And so...

I was convinced to start keeping a live journal by an online chat friend who believes it is cathartic.

True enough. At least when it actually occurs to me to post. I have no idea whatever about what has happened to said chat friend, but I wish her well.


I don't even remember this person. Then again, I slip up my own name at times, so no harm, no foul.

About myself, well, I prefer not to go into too much detail.

Nah. Things are too interesting and too much fun not to entertain folks with details.


Pouah. Go check out my Facebook profile if you want details.

I'm a thirty year old woman living with my husband in Saint Cloud, Florida.

This is probably the least accurate of this whole entry. At the moment I'm 42 and loving life with the benefit of hindsight. Said husband is distant in the rear view mirror. And Saint Cloud seems like it was a strange dream after being in Philadelphia for all these years.


Now I'll be turning 45 on Election Day and I'm hoping not to get a gag gift. I have to admit to loving Philadelphia, where I live with varied and sundry people for whom I have great affection. I know I had a legal husband at some point. All I have to say about that is that I bear him good will and hope his life is a happy one.

My profession is my production company, Electric Apocalypse, which is primarily involved in media and publishing.

This is still the case, and it has expanded. In fact this year we're forming a new e-publishing company. Good stuff.


Now I've actually published a few things through said e-publishing company, and I'm not at all finished. I've also turned into a social media maven and a relatively decent counselor.

I suppose my major hobby would be my eight pet chinchillas.

I traded up to dogs. My buddy Max is my best companion, and I'm involved in all kinds of anti-dog abuse initiatives, including rehabilitating pit bulls (sweeties).


Alas my Max passed away peacefully right before Christmas, 2014. I haven't taken on a new fur baby as yet, although I'm active in all things doggie (and kittie). As far as hobbies go I'm teaching myself coding, I'm geeking out with comic books, and I'm wild over all things Turkish, including learning the language.

In general, I am a content person and very happy with my life--which is a remarkable thing as I have an ongoing battle with bipolar disorder (manic depression).

Well, we've dropped calling it "manic depression", and now that I have proper care, I'm flourishing (when I'm not hiding from the world).


And I thought bipolar was my big problem. In 2015 I was diagnosed with moderate kidney disease as a result of 20 years of lithium for the bipolar--it's okay, we caught it in time, I'm doing well, and there's even a good chance of reversal to a degree. Not long after that good news, I wound up in the hospital where I discovered I have pernicious anemia (basically the body can't produce hemoglobin), which nearly did me in without me even knowing it. That, too, is under control with monthly B12 injections and iron pills. And then my uterus broke, which I'll just mention in passing and which has also been treated. The great irony is that with these exceptions--and maybe because of them, as I've needed to take great care of myself--I'm enjoying the best health of my life. I don't mean to give a litany of my problems so much as I want to encourage everybody to take care of themselves and to never give up hope, no matter how dark the day may seem.

Love above all things...
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