I think that is why I am pushing so hard lately to get a great list of authors on the website to always have words written here. I don’t mind paying the yearly fee to keep this blog going if it is still a safe place for mental illness/mental health advocacy writers to call it home. If I can swell the number to fifty members to end 2020, it might be the perfect storm where this blog goes on without me.
People will move on. Even when you treat them like gold. Even when you truly care about them and they truly care about you. And there’s nothing you can do … Continue reading People Will Move On
Life with X (we will now call him Xander as it will make it easier to follow along) was fast & wild. We were sexually active really fast. We became … Continue reading Love is a Battlefield (Summer 1998-Winter 1989)
Bipolar is a debilitating brain-illness. Rapid Cycling is even worse. After my traumatic experience, I was determined to be in control of myself and my body from there on out. … Continue reading Appetite for Destruction
Guns N’ Roses Welcome to the Jungle blaring on my Dad’s state of the art stereo system. A fifth of Peach Schnapps and two 14 year old girls looking for a good … Continue reading Loss of Innocence (Fall 1987-14 Years Old)
This blog post explains the relationship between weight loss & gain that happens between hypomania and depression associated with Bipolar 2 Disorder.
There are so many men and women out there during this pandemic, waiting, longing and eager to send their friends, partners and parents flowers. So they waited a long time … Continue reading So Many…
sleepless nightsand sleeping inaimless walkson dimly lit streetsshooting starsabove a back yard trampolinesinging songsto the sky that never listens binging fruit loopson a front porch swingdancing downstairsin our underwear last … Continue reading In Dreams
“You gave me the best of me, so you’ll give you the best of you,” are the lyrics to “Magic Shop” by Korean pop group BTS. I have been listening … Continue reading The Best of Me
I feel it settling into my stomach. It’s a very familiar churning. I’ve not had breakfast yet, so it could be that. But I also feel the little beginning of … Continue reading Uh Oh, Fear
I am not an outwardly emotional person. Behind closed doors, I spill it all. If you asked my mom or friends, they would never describe me as boy crazy. I … Continue reading Exploding With Emotion.
How is it best to be, think, or feel, when we are threatened by darkness, whether from external factors or whether in our own minds? I think this is a … Continue reading Looking for gold veins in black granite