I’m sorry I lost touch. I’m sorry I didn’t call, didn’t write, didn’t reach out, pushed you away, let connections fail. Sometimes I get paranoid. Worried. Anxious. Do you hold it against me? All the things I did, didn’t do, said, didn’t say, when I was sick. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. With you, and [...]
Schedules Promote Stability Trains run on a schedule and so do I. When trains don’t run on time, things can go very wrong and affect actions and people. The same is also true with me. Even before my diagnosis of bipolar I, I discovered that my days and nights were better when I kept a [...]
The following post is from a series called " A letter to someone who stopped talking to me." The posts from this series will appear on Stigma Fighters and Bank Back Together. Dear Mum. It’s been a while since I wrote you. Six months. What was the last thing I sent you? A postcard, probably. [...]
People Scare Me: The Realities of Social Anxiety Disorder Growing up, I never really saw myself as a confident person. I recall that my earliest memory of being shy around people occurred in preschool. As we did our usual routines and some children were trying to talk to me, I felt uncomfortable with myself. Something [...]
Anxiety isn’t a four-letter word. It’s not something you should feel embarrassed to say in front of your friends and family. It’s an ugly reality for anyone that experiences it. I’m lucky to have had a support system while my anxiety reared its ugly head, but not everyone is and not everyone understands. The first [...]
The Nature of the Beast BY: David. A. Katz July 7th 2018 We talking human nature here Remember the movie, ‘Dances with wolves? What I remember most, were two young male members of the tribe the soldier befriended. One is gay and accepted with disregard to his effeminate nature. The other is a non-neuro-typical warrior [...]
I once heard a great quote: The body is a museum of everything that ever happened to it. I once had a temporary exhibit that seemed permanent: Vaginismus, though it was years before I knew what it was called. It was the result of an attempted rape when I was 11, and growing up with [...]
I have been going to therapy for five years and I am not ashamed of it. However, if someone would have asked me about it... I would probably lie; or flat out change the subject. I was 20/21 when I first experienced a panic attack at college. To be honest, I sort of do not [...]
*Trigger warning - suicide When I sit down and think about it I’ve said the word suicide more in the past two years than I said my entire childhood and adolescence. Two years ago I don’t even think I knew how to spell it right S-U-I-C-I-D-E. “The act or instance of taking one's own life [...]
SOFT AND MADE OF MELTING SNOW 'I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned, Since from myself another self I turned. My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it, Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.' It was hot. Exactly eight-hundred [...]
