The United States of Stress

If 2020 was a drink, it would be colonoscopy prep. I’m not kidding. This year has been such a clusterf### that I don’t think there’s a person alive who isn’t feeling the stress. Covid-19, bad weather, civil unrest in the streets, and another nasty political season have us tied up in knots. There isn’t muchContinue reading “The United States of Stress”

Three Things People With Bipolar Don’t Want You to Know

Just when I thought I was in a solid remission… Things have been rather tense in my world recently, so naturally I’m stressed out and anxious. Usually anxiety is a feature of depression for me, but I’m not depressed at all. Just…antsy. Like something’s coming down the pike that I know I’m not going toContinue reading “Three Things People With Bipolar Don’t Want You to Know”

The Seven-Year Itch

Well, here we are…the seven-year anniversary of my first bipolar diagnosis. I remember it as if it was yesterday: the long questioning session with Dr. Awesomesauce, the many reasons he cited as to why I might not be bipolar, and then the surprising diagnosis of bipolar NOS. In retrospect he might have given it toContinue reading “The Seven-Year Itch”

Six Years

That’s how long it’s been since I was first diagnosed with bipolar disorder. It’s hard to believe because it seems like I’ve lived the longer part of my life since then, but that’s because I had it for many years before the official label became part of my medical record. I didn’t know it atContinue reading “Six Years”

Five Years

Today marks the fifth anniversary of my bipolar diagnosis. In some ways it¬†seems like yesterday, while at the same time it’s like it happened half a lifetime ago. I’ll never forget how I felt when Dr. Awesomesauce pronounced the words that changed my life forever. “I’m diagnosing you with bipolar disorder not otherwise specified,” heContinue reading “Five Years”

My Big Fat Bipolar Life

One thing about losing my husband, it’s made me reflective of the years we spent together. This coming Tuesday would have been our 36th wedding anniversary and I’m prepared to have a difficult day, although I don’t intend to wallow in it. I’m ever-so-slightly hypomanic¬†now that one of my favorite times of the year hasContinue reading “My Big Fat Bipolar Life”

Trouble In Paradise

Well, I wouldn’t exactly call my life paradise, but it sure beats anything else I can think of. I’ve got way too much on my plate though. The first week of April is going to be a doozy and I’m already over-amped and anxious. My oldest son is getting married on the 2nd, and whileContinue reading “Trouble In Paradise”

The Day It All Began

It just occurred to me that today is the fourth anniversary of my first bipolar diagnosis, when life as I’d known it was forever changed. But not to sound too melodramatic about it all, it was also the day the healing began. I remember the ninety-minute intake appointment with Dr. Awesomesauce as clearly as ifContinue reading “The Day It All Began”