Today, March 7, 2022, is the 10th anniversary of my bipolar diagnosis. In some ways it seems like it was only yesterday that I heard the words proclaiming the nature of my “nonconformity”, but in others I feel like I’ve lived the longer part of my life with it. As indeed I have; I wasContinue reading “Ten Years”
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The Winter Blues
Well, now that I’ve landed safely on the other side of 60, it’s time for the winter blues to hit, and they have. The mantle of depression has settled softly on my shoulders like a dusting of snow, and I find myself alternately wistful and sad, and determined not to let it get in theContinue reading “The Winter Blues”
The Winter Of My Discontent
Have I ever told you how much I hate winter? Oh, it has a few charms, like the rare snowfall that sticks around for a day or two and then melts. This year, however, we’re having a long, cold, snowy, wet winter and the perpetually grey skies over our Pacific Northwest home make it hard for myContinue reading “The Winter Of My Discontent”
No, not to worry—I’m not the least bit depressed. Today I’m going to talk about seasonal affective disorder, or SAD for short, which is not a “bipolar thing” but a common affliction among people living in the northern latitudes. That’s not to say that folks living in the tropics don’t get it, but in placesContinue reading “Feeling SAD”
There’s No Place Like Home…..
…..until you can’t LEAVE, that is. It’s Day Six of our captivity, going into Day Three without water. We’re getting Hulk muscles from lugging 5-gallon buckets full of water around, we’re rationing our drinking water so we don’t have to use the bathrooms as often, and we’re beginning to smell funky. On top of that, the weatherContinue reading “There’s No Place Like Home…..”
Frozen Pipes, Coffee, and Ice, Oh My!
……and winter is still over a week-and-a-half away. Bleah. We woke up this morning to frozen pipes, thanks to the weather service which told us the low would be 18 degrees last night. God knows how cold it really was, because when I woke up at 8 this morning with the sun brightly shining, itContinue reading “Frozen Pipes, Coffee, and Ice, Oh My!”
What is it about the prospect of snow that turns me into an instant eight-year-old? I HATE being cold. If I had my druthers, I’d live in one of those little stick houses out in the water in Bora Bora, where I could go swimming every day and lie out in the sun until myContinue reading “Snow Day”