They’re Coming To Take Me Away (Ha-Ha)

Readers of a certain age will doubtless remember the silly song from the 1960s, about a rather insane fellow attempting to hide from the “nice young men in their clean white coats” who were coming to take him “to the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time…..” et. al. As someone who’s barelyContinue reading “They’re Coming To Take Me Away (Ha-Ha)”

A Weekend in Ensenada (and Other Stupid Things I Do When Manic)

Way back in the day when I was a newly-minted 21-year-old, I once threw some clothes in the back of a friend’s pickup truck on the spur of the moment and went to Ensenada, Mexico, over the long Labor Day weekend. I didn’t say a word to anyone in my family that I was leaving,Continue reading “A Weekend in Ensenada (and Other Stupid Things I Do When Manic)”

The “C” Word

No, no, no, not THAT “C”-word……I meant The “C” Word. As in “crazy”. I can’t speak for all bipolar people, of course, but I’d have to guess that most don’t particularly like having that term applied to them. It sounds so “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”-ish. Who wants to be associated with images ofContinue reading “The “C” Word”