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”

Gratitude Journal: The Bipolar Edition

Well, this post is a little late for Thanksgiving, but I’m nonetheless thankful for a number of things (and people) I tend to take for granted the rest of the year. Here are a few of them: I’m thankful for stability, which in all the time I’ve been actively battling bipolar disorder, I never thought I’d find.Continue reading “Gratitude Journal: The Bipolar Edition”

Hanging On For Dear Life

As I’ve been saying, my overall mood is very stable (or so I thought before my visit with Dr. Awesomesauce the other day), but lately I’ve been waking up in the morning in freak-out mode. I don’t like to talk about it because I have this magical thinking that if I don’t, it will goContinue reading “Hanging On For Dear Life”

Looking Backward, Looking Forward

Like a lot of bloggers, I often enjoy looking back over past blog entries to see what’s changed over time and evaluate my progress (or lack thereof). And what I can’t believe is how different my life is from what it was a year ago. Back then, I was a severely depressed, anxious hot mess of aContinue reading “Looking Backward, Looking Forward”

What Fresh Hell Is This?

Well, I’ll never do THAT again. I forgot to renew my Klonopin prescription last week and was out, completely, for several days. I didn’t know for sure that Vitamin K was actually what puts me to sleep; I thought it was the anti-psychotics. Needless to say, I was wrong. I’ve been up till after 2 AM for the pastContinue reading “What Fresh Hell Is This?”

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell

Now that Will and I have secured a place to live and are moving next weekend, the inevitable question of whether to tell our new housemates about our, ahem, health issues has arisen. I hate the idea of concealing them because it’s going to be awkward when the inevitable happens—it’s a small house after all—and I don’t want theContinue reading “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”

Break It Down

The work of breaking down a household—not to mention sifting through the memories of a place where a good portion of our lives happened—continues as our time here grows short. We have one week before we have to be out, and we aren’t going to make that deadline even though we’re getting help from our son and hisContinue reading “Break It Down”