Tag Archives: mental illness
Uniquely, Bipolar-ly, Me
Bipolar disorder. There. I said it. It’s what I have…my particular flavor of brain cooties. I have ups. I have downs. I also have a somewhat “normal” state. One thing I’ve learned over the past few years, though, is that … Continue reading
Hypomania, Wherefore Art Thou?
I’ve talked a lot about the depression, the ceaseless days and nights spent in overwhelming darkness and despair. That’s because, for me, depression has been a near constant companion over the past 13 years. I’ve broken out from time to … Continue reading
The Quiet Room (First Published 12/12/2013)
So, where was I? Back a couple of posts or so ago…? Oh, that’s right! I crashed and burned. Yep. First, a correction. This occurred at the end of Block III in the teacher ed program, not Block II. The … Continue reading
The Great Depression and Stimulus Programs (a history lesson) (Originally published December 16, 2013)
Sorry to disappoint, but this is not a history lesson about the Great Depression in terms of world history, but in terms of my own history. Me. The Great Depression of ’06. Yikes! Something just occurred to me. How long … Continue reading
The Darkness Comes (Originally published December 31, 2013)
The darkness threatened to close around me. I felt the tentacles stretching towards me, reaching, snaking their way through to my body and soul. I could see them, slowly moving in, becoming stronger, increasingly darker as they approached. The fogginess … Continue reading
How Did I Get So Lucky? (Originally published March, 2013)
Before delving into the more wacky side of bipolar disorder/depression/generalized anxiety disorder (That’s right, forgot to tell you about the latter, didn’t I? Silly me!), let me take a moment to say how grateful I am for this, that, and … Continue reading
A Cruel Mistress (First Published March, 2014)
Bipolar disorder is a cruel mistress. Now, don’t jump to any conclusions and think I believe other mental illnesses are easier to live with. I don’t feel that way at all. But bipolar disorder can be especially cruel. Imagine this: … Continue reading
The Ugly Demon and the Crafting Sword
You know that I have bipolar disorder, right? I mean, I admit it in virtually every post! What you may not realize is that the bulk of my time is spent depressed rather than hypomanic. At one time I would … Continue reading
Anxiety Rears Its Ugly Head
I just wanted OUT!!! I wanted to run out, screaming at the top of my lungs! And if I hadn’t been (at that time, anyway) such a quiet, reserved person, I might just have done so. But at 15, I … Continue reading
On Life, Death, and Birthdays
Today would have been my sister’s 45th birthday. She died five years ago. We weren’t speaking at the time of her death. Was it a suicide? She’d attempted suicide before. Was it an accidental overdose? Or was it one of … Continue reading