Tag Archives: Mental Illness
Looking for the Moral in the not-so-fabulous Fable
I have this existential thing about needing to believe everyone, every thing on the planet, has a purpose. Like mosquitos and blackflies are really really annoying, but they feed frogs … Continue reading
Warning: Crazy
At one time I thought that kids should come with a warning label. But, I also think that people with mental illnesses should come with warning labels. I couldn’t wait … Continue reading
Angst – I. Am. Crazy.
Note from Le Clown: This post uses fiction to deal with the author’s struggles. It may seem to some like self-promotion, but I had the chance of exchanging emails with … Continue reading
The (not so) Pretty Truth
I could paint you a rosy picture here, full of colors and abstract details, thinly skating over the truth … for the sake of writing a good story (and trying … Continue reading
Dear Mom, Can You Tell Me How You’ve Done It?
Dear Mom, I can imagine the feeling of sheer joy you felt the day he was born. I can imagine the peace that blanketed you while your arms blanketed him. … Continue reading
Bent but not broken
It wasn’t until I was in college I realized I had a medical diagnosis. Up until that point, I just thought my brain was broken. I realized it wasn’t normal … Continue reading
A Meeting of the Minds
“The mind-body issue: people are so proud to go to the gym; so ashamed to go to a therapist.“ – Alain De Botton My husband, Zach, and I were 6 … Continue reading
the Light and the Dark
Sometimes I can’t believe that I actually made it through college. It has nothing to do with myself as a student. I actually made the dean’s list semester after semester, … Continue reading
The Tsunami of My World
Last winter, I found myself in a lock down situation in a hospital. It wasn’t my first visit to a psychiatric ward–it won’t be my last. It was one of … Continue reading
Pieces of Life
I wanted to write a piece of heartbreaking beauty. But the reality is messy. And ugly. Sometimes hideous. The reality is mundane and frustrating and overwhelming. Never-ending. Memories pile up … Continue reading
It Is What It Is
I thought I had problems… Problems that would make everyone look at me and think, “gee, you’re right, you’re life sucks… you definitely deserve some kind of medal for making … Continue reading
Happiness is a Myth
I’m not suicidal, I just don’t care if I live or die. There is a certain sense of freedom when the fear of dying no longer exists. Of all the … Continue reading
Half Lives
In support of the Domestic Violence Awareness month. My sister and my mother fought a lot that summer. After spending my freshman year away at school, I found living at home … Continue reading
Dose encounters of the third kind (Part 1)
Some of you are already familiar with [pieces of] my story. I have been fairly vocal here and on Le Clown’s blog about AD(H)D and medication sometimes even playing … Continue reading
