Sketches of a Bipolar Girl: Life So Far Without You

Hi Mom,
I was just thinking about you and I thought I would write and let you know what's been going on.  It's been  a rollercoaster ride the past few weeks.  My emotions have been all over the place,
About a month ago, I wasn't feeling so well.  I stopped taking my meds, and then I was so thirsty all the time.  Anyway to make a long story short, I ended up in the hospital with hyperglycemia.  My blood sugar had skyrocketed to over 700. 
I was in intensive care for 4 days.  Even if you were here, you couldn't have visited me, because of the virus.  It was kind of nice being in the hospital, having people taking care of me.  No one is looking out for me anymore.  I've had to put on my big girl panties and take control of my own health.  I suppose that's the way it should be, but I liked having someone who could look  at my eyes and tell if I felt good or not.
Things have gotten a little better with April and Erica, now that I have a little extra money coming in.  It's not much, but I did sell a couple of policies that gave me a small commision.  I'm hoping to get another check this coming Friday. 
I'm still working from home, which I hope I can continue to do.  I'm not sure at this point how I would do if I had to hit the road.  When I get bored, I take pictures of the cats and post them on Facebook. I make up things for them to say.  People really seem to enjoy my writing.  Your not missing much on TV. All of the shows had to stop production back in March because of the virus.  I've been watching murder documentaries.  I don't know why, but that stuff just fascinates me.  I know you don't approve and want me to watch something to make me laugh.  A lot of times I do. But, I work from 9-9, so I have to catch what I can during the day.  By the time bedtime comes around, I can barely see.
Speaking of seeing, I need glasses.  I think I need bifocals at that.   I'm getting so old, mommy.  I don't feel like I should be 55.  I guess that's because I'm immature.
I've started calling Dad a lot more often than once a week.  Sometimes, we talk for a while.  Other times, it's his famous 3 minute check-in call.  But, he doesn't seem to mind.  I know I really like it.  I tell him about my job and he gives me advice and encouragement. 
I still see my therapist once a week.  It's going pretty well.  I'm talking a lot.  Which is good I guess.  I had a meltdown a couple of weeks ago, so I've been seeing the psychiatrist more often.  She had to adjust my meds a couple of times.  I think it's finally right.  We'll see in 4 more weeks I guess.
I haven't heard from  Jerry for a long time.  I don't know why.  I miss him.  Tell him to call me or something.
On Friday the 26th, it will be 4 months since you died.  I hope Heaven is all you dreamed it would be.
Tell everyone I said hello.  I love you Mommy, now and forever.
B