It's back. That dark monster that latches to my back puling me down, down, down. It seems like a few days ago I was "normal." I was coasting on a smooth lake. Now there are capsize waves and crashing foam.

Now it's dark pits that...


Picking Your Support System

I can't count the number of times my psych doctor of over a year has asked me if I am relying on my support system. He asks who they are. H reminds me how important they are in managing my mental illnesses. He is...


Then There Were Whole Lot Of “F” Bombs Thrown

I woke up much like any other day this month. Unhappy, soul-cringingly unhappy. This is the kinda hurt you feel when that first girl you love kisses another guy after you two are over.  I felt a chaffing in my mind. I felt like my fingernails were on fire. I felt like everything that could be wrong with the world, in fact, was.

So, acting in such a maniacal way, I quit my meds. "That's that,"...


Speaking Up

I did something Sunday evening I never imagined I would do - I read in front of a crowded coffee/ wine shop from my memoir that I had written about mental health, my mental illnesses.

It was me, putting myself out there. Baring my soul,...