This April will mark 9 years since I got my diagnosis. Bipolar disorder. To be specific, bipolar I, mixed phases, rapid cycling. I’m bipolar, I can experience mania and depression together, and it all can change on a dime.
I finally had an answer to why. Why I could become so angry and throw
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Christmas used to be my absolute favorite holiday. Thanksgiving afternoon, I’d put on holiday music. December 1st all of my decorations went up. It was Christmas everywhere!
Then, in 2003, the girls’ dad and I decided our marriage was over, but we stayed together through the holidays for the girls. We put up a tree
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Fifteen years ago tomorrow, I met you for the very first time. There is something bittersweet in meeting your last baby for the first time. There was the hope of the life ahead of you, and the reminder that there would be no more firsts after you.
You may have been my last
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I hate to jump on the bandwagon, and yet, how can I not? I hate that it took the death of someone so brilliant and loved to start the dialogues that needed to be started. I am sorry that his light had to be extinguished in order to shine a light on depression, suicide, and
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I wrote a letter to my 2004 self earlier this week, as part of Brittany Gibbons’ CGG Write Your Face Off. I kept it kind of vague, because I’ve watched Back to the Future, I know about messing up the time continuum. I don’t have a flux capacitor to go back and forth and fix
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