Posts Tagged ‘bipolar II’

It has been a while. It has been a time. What a time.   It’s hard for me to say where I have been. I don’t want to say where I’ve been, but I can give you a glimpse. If the flow of this talk (can we call it that?) seems out of  order it’s […]


What makes a good patient? I feel like I’ve been a bad patient lately. Why? Because I have doubt. I am doubting that the medications I am on are healthy or doing the great good my doctor is predicting. After being on drugs for so long, and being faced by a resurgence of my illness, I cannot […]


So . . .  I’ve been blogging for some time now about mental health and parenting and I’ve never really addressed the issue of medication, and while I’m not afraid to talk about it, I’m not sure that I am the best voice to speak for or against the use of all the different drugs out there. I […]


To tell or not to tell. I was reading a great blog from Disorderly Chickadee (http://wp.me/p26KTD-H0) about coming out with a mood disorder at work. It was amazing and I suggest you give it a read. I especially like how she draws the parallel between coming out gay, and coming out bipolar – both states carry a stigma […]


My Dad, my Hero I have this incredible job! I get to be a real live hero! Or at least I will try to be. I know that kids look up to their parents (by design, by default, or by some other loving magic) and I love this feeling that I get when one of […]


Betrayal

11Dec12

Betrayal . . . Betrayal is powerful. It cuts deep and leaves wounds that never heal. For people with hidden disabilities, their limitations can be pressed and pushed and bent leaving the person bruised, broken, and feeling betrayed by those who offend. More often than not, the offender has very little idea they have wrought such horror, […]


A quick post before I dash (read: meander slowly) off to try to get my errands run. This morning I was feeling particularly slow. Slow enough that the draw of my bed seemed too strong, and that I was attached to an invisible anchor that weighed more than my poor beleaguered heart could break itself free from. […]