Posted on July 13, 2017 in Bipolar Disorder self-esteem Speeches
There is a harder fight that e.e. cummings did not recognize: the battle with your own mind!
Posted on June 6, 2017 in Depression Silicon Valley Uncertainty Writing Exercises
I still wonder if I did the right thing, if I did any good in the world.
Posted on May 29, 2017 in Hope and Joy Mania Silicon Valley Writing Exercises
Blessed was that moment,
Posted on April 30, 2017 in Bipolar Disorder Clueless Oafs Encounters Frustration Gyms Stigma Violence Writing/Darkness
I so wanted to tell him that I had bipolar disorder
Posted on April 29, 2017 in Abuse Anxiety Bipolar Disorder
I feel sorry for my wife.
Posted on April 24, 2017 in Depression Psychotropics Writing/Darkness
I woke up one morning, turned on my side, and said to Lynn “I’m sick.” Oh, I had sought help before this, many times from therapists and, one time, a psychiatrist. Encouraged by my mother, I tried the bootstrap approach where you somehow reached into your soul and made the depression go away.
What had preceded this bout? Several months of going from town to town speaking about the war in Yugoslavia and how people could support the peace movement over there. The subject had worn me down, eroded my belief in myself. I stopped returning phone calls, stopped believing in my own intelligence, my worthiness to be human. The period came to a soft but painful landing like running into a beanbag chair and feeling nothing of the collision except a rash of pain. I was not rested. I slept badly. I stayed up in the night and stared at the ceiling. I did not even have the energy to hate my condition. It was as if I did not have a proper body, just a jelly log that could do nothing but lie in bed. Who could pull themselves out of this by sheer force of will when there was no will to have.
I had heard about this new drug, Prozac, and I wanted to try it. Kaiser required that I make the appointment myself, so as Lynn watched, I picked up the phone and arranged to see the psychiatric triage nurse. I feared that she would see me as a fake, but she passed me on to the psychiatrist who prescribed Prozac.
I was cured the next day. Uh oh.
Posted on April 23, 2017 in Depression Humiliation Privacy
Trust was lost.
Posted on April 21, 2017 in ADD Childhood Depression Writing/Darkness
I was a tangerine.
Posted on March 2, 2017 in Agitation Mixed States Suicide
That was the whole plan. That is how I decided to end the pain. Alone.
Posted on November 25, 2016 in Bipolar Disorder Festivals Prose Arcana Stigma
You are the strange uncle suspected of dementia before your time
Posted on August 5, 2016 in Bipolar Disorder Body Language Daily Life
I have not had an episode.