Another Friday, another therapy appointment. Looks like this is going to be a regular thing, and that’s good because I’ve never been this talkative before. Not even with Dr. Awesomesauce. To my surprise, all KINDS of stuff is pouring out of me, a lot of it relating to early life events that he and I never got to becauseContinue reading “Talk Soup”
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Moving Again
Well, Will and I are on the move for the second time in seven months, this time to our son and son-in-law’s house, where it is presumed by all concerned that this move will be our last. They have made it abundantly clear that they want us to stay for good, and the way finances areContinue reading “Moving Again”
Crazy Pills
The other day I was thinking about my odyssey through the three years since I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and it occurred to me to wonder how I managed the first 53 years of my life without medication. And why, despite taking them regularly, I still have mood episodes—one serious enough to land meContinue reading “Crazy Pills”
Stuck In The Middle With You
I realized something today as I was “chatting” with some of my friends on Facebook about yesterday’s blog post. Several of them mentioned that I might still be in a bit of denial about my illness, as I tend to perseverate on the idea of reducing my medications in the face of overwhelming evidence that this isContinue reading “Stuck In The Middle With You”
Short and Sweet
The only thing I can say is, I certainly hope so. That is all.
A Different Perspective
Though I’m not much of a fan of the telephone—a fact that has been well-documented here—I actually had a 2 1/2-hour conversation yesterday with a good friend from across the country. Now, this friend and I have never met face-to-face, but we have definitely bonded heart-to-heart; we got to know each other on a nursing website where we onceContinue reading “A Different Perspective”
All Quiet On The Western Front
It’s amazing how different this Christmas feels than last year. A year ago, I was still reeling from the shock of my bipolar diagnosis and suffering through a deep depression to boot; I was also insecure in my job (which turned out not to be unfounded), anxious, frustrated, and afraid. This December, however, is muchContinue reading “All Quiet On The Western Front”
The Beginning Of the End
First lesson of impending widowhood: Never buy more groceries than you are prepared to lug into the house by yourself. Second lesson: Never sit through a hospice presentation without a full box of Kleenex handy. I really thought I was going to be OK, but when I saw Will reading through a pamphlet called “Gone From MyContinue reading “The Beginning Of the End”
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