Old adage: ” I never knew how much pain I was in until it stopped.” S O T R U E I’m aware of how blissfully peaceful I feel most of the time now. So much so that when bipolar depression swatted me with an ugly stick, I was confounded. Here’s the haps… La-de-dah, living […]… Continue reading The pain stopped but didn’t
Old adage: " I never knew how much pain I was in until it stopped." S O T R U E I'm aware of how blissfully peaceful I feel most of the time now. So much so that when bipolar depression swatted me with an ugly stick, I was confounded. Here's the haps... La-de-dah, living… Continue reading The pain stopped but didn’t
(I recently ran across THIS ARTICLE on antianxiety drugs fueling the next deadly drug crisis in the US and am moved to share my story...) For quite awhile, I’ve had an Ativan prescription for insomnia. The bottle is still sitting on my shelf and is now largely unused. Under my Doctor’s care and instruction, I… Continue reading Benzos, ACE’s and Bi-Polar, oh my…
I started this post in March of 2015 but was too freaking messed up to publish it. Reading it over today, it still stands as a testimony of how horrifying it is to be in the throes of a PTSD episode. It's time to share it.
My life is dynamic (no change) and I find myself drawn less and less to ongoing, public reflection (big change). Yet, I feel like there are things I want to - need to - tell you. But... what? How? In what order? Do I need to consult my calendar and outline everything significant so that… Continue reading Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
Today is a day that will go down in herstory. 3 million women and honorary women marched around the world to make their voices heard. Our voices. Our outrage and love. Our fears and hopes. Our refusal to allow the horror looming on the horizon to go unchallenged. Apparently, the world has our back too.… Continue reading You were marching for me
(This was written in November of 2016 and has noodled around since then but here goes) Date: Monday, November Somethingth Three Days Before My Anniversary and Barely Into our Six Night Visit to Max and Nancy’s Home near Cabo San Lucas, Mexico… My best friend sleeps with a white noise machine. So have I for… Continue reading Hi, my name is Susan and I have a vacation prejudice