Daily Archives: January 19, 2014

Sundowning and Other Strange Brain Behaviors

Last night as I sat by Dad’s bedside, feeding him chocolate ice cream (his favorite), which mostly ended up in droplets on his hospital gown, he asked me: “Do you hear that?”

“Well, there are a lot of things to hear.  There are people talking in the hall outside your room.  Is that what you mean?”

“No, I mean there’s a saw running.  Are we in the basement of the shop?  Did I, or we, leave a saw running?”

“I don’t think so.  We’re not in the basement of the shop.  We’re in the hospital.”

“No we’re not, we’re in the shop.  In the basement.  Please go turn off that saw.”

I listened for a bit to see what he could be interpreting as a saw, because he was getting a bit agitated.  In fact, he started trying to get out of bed.

There was in fact a sound that could be saw-like, if you didn’t know and your brain was addled.  It was an air compressor that feeds air into the high-tech leg-massaging pneumatic stockings he’s got on.  So I pointed that out, that there was a compressor running and that’s what was making the saw-sound.  He looked at me like I was trying to sell him a bill of goods.  But he calmed down about that, resigned, apparently, that no one was going to shut down the saw.

A bit later he heard a group of nurses chatting in the nurses’ station.

“I think they’re making a movie out there.  One of those spy movies, I think.”

“What, like James Bond?”  Sometimes it’s better just to go with the flow and not try to “reason” with a delirious person.  Arguing with them about their relative view of reality can agitate them.

“Yeah, sort of…(unintelligible speech sounds).  ”Are you part of that movie?”

“No, I’m not in the movie.”

He nods his head and closes his eyes.

He’s sundowning.  It’s very common in dementia.  Somehow, when night comes on, even if the room is well lighted, they lose touch with reality.  Everything gets surreal and they can become frightened, and even try to run from unknown foes.  Many falls occur from this.  Unfortunately, in institutional environments it often leads to restraints: people being tied to their beds so they won’t climb out and fall.

It’s one of my greatest fears about my dad going to a nursing home, that they would put him in restraints when I wasn’t there.  I curse my mental illness for making it impossible for me to stay with him 24/7.  I can’t because I have to take this heavy cocktail of meds at night, and I wouldn’t be any good for helping him even if I was there.  Besides, if I don’t sleep I get very sick, and I can’t risk that.  I wouldn’t be any help if I had to be hospitalized myself, and I wouldn’t be able to spend quality time with him either.  So I am going to lobby for giving him a dose of Haldol at bedtime, to ward off the heeby-jeebies and let him sleep.

This afternoon I thought he was going to leave the planet.  He was Cheyne-Stokes breathing for a while.  Cheyne-Stokes is a pre-death breathing patten where the person takes 4-5 increasingly deep breaths followed by a period of no breathing for 10-15 seconds.  It’s the respiratory center in the brain shutting down.  I sat by his bed and cried my eyes out.  My mom, who had gone out to get us hot fudge sundaes, came in and saw me sitting there bawling.  At that moment Dad was breathing, so she said “What’s wrong?”

I said, “He’s Cheyne-Stokesing.”  She knows what that is, being a geriatric social worker, and having started up a hospice in this county.

“No he’s not,” she said.

“Watch,” I said, and he took four, five increasingly deep breaths and then stopped breathing for a good ten seconds.

She went over to him and shook him, and he opened his eyes and mumbled something unintelligible.

“He was just asleep.” she said.  We both know that people can go in and out of Cheyne-Stokes for days or weeks before they die, but it means the brain is getting ready.

I tried to get him to eat some ice cream, but he wouldn’t.  I have never seen him refuse ice cream before.  I asked him if he wanted water and he mouthed “yes,” so I got his pitcher and put the straw to his lips, but he couldn’t manage to open his mouth.  I told him to open his mouth but then he couldn’t close it.  So I took the straw and got some water in it and dribbled it into his mouth, and he swallowed it.

When my mom was out of the room, he opened his eyes and looked way up above his head.  His eyes widened, then he looked at the foot of his bed and mouthed, “Who are they?”  I know who he was seeing: the angels who surround a dying person.  I whispered the Sh’ma, the central Jewish prayer that is said twice a day and at the time of death, and I softly sang some other psalms.  He mouthed the Sh’ma with me, then calmed down and closed his eyes.

I was sure he was going to die today.  The nurses all got concerned too, and came in and checked his vital signs, but everything was ticking right along.

His doctor came in to see him later in the afternoon.  She said hello, and he perked up and smiled at her and returned her ‘hello.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Just fine, thank you.”

“Does anything hurt?”

“No, nothing hurts.  I feel fine.”

I was thrilled, and amazed, and felt like kind of a jerk for thinking he was moribund.  The doctor gave me a lecture on the phenomenon of Sundowning, even though it was bright and sunny at the moment.  I nodded my head.

Now I’m at home, having a break and writing this.  In a little while I’ll go back to the hospital and sit with Dad till ten or so, and try to keep his mind busy so he doesn’t try to climb out of bed to turn off the saw, or rip out his Foley catheter (which keeps his bladder empty), which he has been trying to do all day.  And I guess I’d better eat something.  All I’ve had today is a Cliff bar and a McDonald’s hot fudge sundae, not the best nutrition in the world.


Invisible

The other night I was cycling home and I spotted a cyclist ahead of me. No lights, no hi vis jacket. He was practically invisible. I caught him up, and as I passed I turned to him and said, ‘please be careful – you’re practically invisible.’ He acknowledged my comment, I stepped on the gas and went on my way.

As I made my way home I thought about the invisible cyclist. My first reaction on spotting him ahead of me was one of annoyance, like he was letting the side down, somehow. Drivers would add his example of unsafe cycling to their list of complaints – not about him – but about all of us. Sure I was concerned for his safety, but I took it personally.

But my thoughts soon turned to sorrow for what that cyclist personified.

Mental illness can make invisible cyclists of us all. What I mean is – of course he was putting himself in danger, of course drivers (and fellow cyclists) are right to get stirred up when this happens. But there’s something else that this cyclist brings to mind, and that is the inability to seek help, take that help when it is offered and follow all the good advice that is out there – from complying with medication, getting exercise, eating well, following a routine etc, etc…..

In modern parlance – among mental health workers, and those of us who are sufferers – the term is ‘unwell’. If someone is off sick, in crisis we describe ourselves as ‘unwell’. It’s an attempt, I guess, at reducing stigma; people who have ‘flu, a urinary tract infection, or liver failure aren’t subject to the stigma that people with mental health problems are.  While I recognise the attempt to ‘normalise’ mental health problems as on a par with illnesses and medical conditions I have misgivings about the term: psychosis, suicide attempts are not a high temperature.

Far from wanting to over dramatise mental health problems, I hesitate to use the term ‘unwell’ for fear of trivialising serious mental health problems. For me, the danger of such a low-key approach is that the same people who think of us as dangerous will simply begin to underestimate what we have to cope with.

The point I am trying to make is that what makes us ill, by its very nature means that all the good advice, motivation to recover, to feel better is what makes the irresponsible cyclist such a symbol of what makes recovery from serious mental health problems so potent:the inability to participate in one’s treatment (medical or otherwise) is part of the illness itself.

from Paradise Lost (Book 1)

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round,

As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames

No light; but rather darkness visible

Served only to discover sights of woe,

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace

And rest can never dwell, hope never comes

That comes to all, but torture without end

till urges, and a fiery deluge, fed

With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.

John Milton (1608 – 1674)


Dragon’s Loyalty Award

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I’d like to thank Dan of Apothecary’s Garden for nominating Naked Nerves for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award. I feel very honored to receive this Award from such a great blogger and friend. I’ve been following and reading Dan’s blog, Apothecary’s Garden, for a long time now and I’m always inspired by his posts and what he has to say. He’s a wise man and is extremely knowledgeable about herbs and how to use them and about Nature and how to work with Her in a Good Way. He shows us how to make all sorts of healing salves and tinctures and other products that aid our well being and health. He uses an astrodynamic system of correspondence with astrology to aid him in knowing when to do what with the plants. I’ve done a bit of this myself and know it’s no easy task. You have to follow things right to get good results. Dan does this well and shows us how to do what he does. He is a true teacher and medicine worker and follows his heart to the fullest in his blog. He’s an excellent exemplar of what this particular award is all about – the theme of Loyalty. I talk more about that soon but I just want to thank Dan for giving me this award and for being so loyal to all his blogging friends and to his blog’s intent in what he does. Please do visit him at: http://apothecarysgarden.com/ and read what he has to say. I’m sure you’ll be as impressed as I am with his work of Medicine from a different perspective than we’re used to. I can’t thank him enough for honoring me with this award. Thanks for being there for us all, Dan!

As usual there are a few rules to the award. Here they are:

  1. Display the Award on your site

  2. Announce it with a post and link it to whoever gave you the nomination

  3. Present the award to several deserving bloggers and let them know about it

  4. Post 7 interesting things about yourself

I’ve already done the first so I’ll go now to the last one. It’s always a hard one for me and for others I’ve noticed. But since we all love to talk about ourselves I’ll make a stab at it…

  1. I love jelly beans and red licorice

  2. I’m a skeptical metaphysician

  3. I believe all Life is energetically interconnected

  4. I love blogging, but it sometimes overwhelms me

  5. I used to wildcraft herbs for a living

  6. I’ve worked at a lot of different jobs in my life

  7. I’m lucky to be alive after almost dying several times

OK, that wasn’t so bad eh? Now on to the Award and the nominees. As I understand this award it is given to people who show loyalty to your blog and work by visiting, following or commenting on your site. I also like Dan’s observation that it’s also about people being loyal to their own blogs and to their fan bases and readers. It’s all about Loyalty in its many guises. I’m proud to be considered for this award and I offer it to people I think embody these attributes well. All of the people I’ve nominated have been fans of my blog, and more importantly to me, they are loyal to their own work and their followers themselves. Loyalty has to start at home, so to speak, and these bloggers do just that in being so good to the folks who visit them. I have a huge list of people I could nominate for this award, but I’ve already given it to some of them thru my other blog about gardening, and others have just gotten too many awards or don’t accept them, so I won’t include any of them here. I have a small list but it’s a good one. I really value all these folks for their visits to me and for their own work with their blogs.

To the bloggers: It’s an honor for me to nominate you for this award, but if you don’t accept them I understand. It’s OK to say “Thanks but no thanks” if you don’t want it, tho I hope you do. I mean it as a compliment to you and hope that it’s not too much work for you to do. You can get info about putting the logo on your blog here at Lorraine Reguly’s blog: http://lorrainemariereguly.wordpress.com/2013/09/17/how-to-add-images-to-your-sidebar/. Other than that it’s just up to you to pick some more bloggers (the original says 15 but I don’t have that many so I changed it a bit, and 7 seems like a good number to me…), let them know and put the logo on your blog site. And answer those pesky questions about yourself… ;) Keep up the good work, folks, and thanks for letting me nominate you for this great Award!

Here are my Loyal Nominees:

Getting Naked: http://owlofknowledge.com/

Blooming Spiders: http://bloomingspiders.com/

Under Reconstruction: http://karenwriteshere.com/

A Place Called Love: http://aplacecalledlove.wordpress.com/

Chasing Rabbits: http://nikarasco.wordpress.com/

Wrong With Life: http://wrongwithlife.wordpress.com/

Moviejoltz: http://moviejoltz.com/

There’s a lot of variety here in these 7 blogs and I hope you’ll take some time to visit them and enjoy their work as I have done myself. They all take pride in their work and I feel honored to be the one to tell them how cool they are thru this award. The awards are a great way to broaden your circle of friends and visitors and I encourage you all to get involved in them if you want to. It only makes the Circle wider here in WordPress and helps to create community here by our work together. Team players make this blogging experience worthwhile and take it to an ultimate purpose. Come and join the team…!

Peace and love to all of you,

Steve

PS. Sorry for the lousy formatting. I hope you can read this OK. I just can’t fix it! Sorry…


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The Dragon’s Loyalty Award

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I’d like to thank Dan of Apothecary’s Garden for nominating Naked Nerves for the Dragon’s Loyalty Award. I feel very honored to receive this Award from such a great blogger and friend. I’ve been following and reading Dan’s blog, Apothecary’s Garden, for a long time now and I’m always inspired by his posts and what he has to say. He’s a wise man and is extremely knowledgeable about herbs and how to use them and about Nature and how to work with Her in a Good Way. He shows us how to make all sorts of healing salves and tinctures and other products that aid our well being and health. He uses an astrodynamic system of correspondence with astrology to aid him in knowing when to do what with the plants. I’ve done a bit of this myself and know it’s no easy task. You have to follow things right to get good results. Dan does this well and shows us how to do what he does. He is a true teacher and medicine worker and follows his heart to the fullest in his blog. He’s an excellent exemplar of what this particular award is all about – the theme of Loyalty. I talk more about that soon but I just want to thank Dan for giving me this award and for being so loyal to all his blogging friends and to his blog’s intent in what he does. Please do visit him at: http://apothecarysgarden.com/ and read what he has to say. I’m sure you’ll be as impressed as I am with his work of Medicine from a different perspective than we’re used to. I can’t thank him enough for honoring me with this award. Thanks for being there for us all, Dan!

As usual there are a few rules to the award. Here they are:

  1. Display the Award on your site

  2. Announce it with a post and link it to whoever gave you the nomination

  3. Present the award to several deserving bloggers and let them know about it

  4. Post 7 interesting things about yourself

I’ve already done the first so I’ll go now to the last one. It’s always a hard one for me and for others I’ve noticed. But since we all love to talk about ourselves I’ll make a stab at it…

  1. I love jelly beans and red licorice

  2. I’m a skeptical metaphysician

  3. I believe all Life is energetically interconnected

  4. I love blogging, but it sometimes overwhelms me

  5. I used to wildcraft herbs for a living

  6. I’ve worked at a lot of different jobs in my life

  7. I’m lucky to be alive after almost dying several times

 

OK, that wasn’t so bad eh? Now on to the Award and the nominees. As I understand this award it is given to people who show loyalty to your blog and work by visiting, following or commenting on your site. I also like Dan’s observation that it’s also about people being loyal to their own blogs and to their fan bases and readers. It’s all about Loyalty in its many guises. I’m proud to be considered for this award and I offer it to people I think embody these attributes well. All of the people I’ve nominated have been fans of my blog, and more importantly to me, they are loyal to their own work and their followers themselves. Loyalty has to start at home, so to speak, and these bloggers do just that in being so good to the folks who visit them. I have a huge list of people I could nominate for this award, but I’ve already given it to some of them thru my other blog about gardening, and others have just gotten too many awards or don’t accept them, so I won’t include any of them here. I have a small list but it’s a good one. I really value all these folks for their visits to me and for their own work with their blogs.

To the bloggers: It’s an honor for me to nominate you for this award, but if you don’t accept them I understand. It’s OK to say “Thanks but no thanks” if you don’t want it, tho I hope you do. I mean it as a compliment to you and hope that it’s not too much work for you to do. You can get info about putting the logo on your blog here at Lorraine Reguly’s blog: http://lorrainemariereguly.wordpress.com/2013/09/17/how-to-add-images-to-your-sidebar/. Other than that it’s just up to you to pick some more bloggers (the original says 15 but I don’t have that many so I changed it a bit, and 7 seems like a good number to me…), let them know and put the logo on your blog site. And answer those pesky questions about yourself… ;) Keep up the good work, folks, and thanks for letting me nominate you for this great Award!

Here are my Loyal Nominees:

Getting Naked: http://owlofknowledge.com/

Blooming Spiders: http://bloomingspiders.com/

Under Reconstruction: http://karenwriteshere.com/

A Place Called Love: http://aplacecalledlove.wordpress.com/

Chasing Rabbits: http://nikarasco.wordpress.com/

Wrong With Life: http://wrongwithlife.wordpress.com/

Moviejoltz: http://moviejoltz.com/

There’s a lot of variety here in these 7 blogs and I hope you’ll take some time to visit them and enjoy their work as I have done myself. They all take pride in their work and I feel honored to be the one to tell them how cool they are thru this award. The awards are a great way to broaden your circle of friends and visitors and I encourage you all to get involved in them if you want to. It only makes the Circle wider here in WordPress and helps to create community here by our work together. Team players make this blogging experience worthwhile and take it to an ultimate purpose. Come and join the team…!

Peace and love to all of you,

Steve


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Jeremy Kyle….really?



Why on earth would anyone with an ounce of self respect or brains want to ring the Jeremy Kyle Show? I hate the Jeremy Kyle show. I only ever watch it if it happens to be on and there's nothing else to watch. It's just full of low life scum bags wanting to get on the telly or people so naive or desperate that they don't realise that they are being exploited and made to look ridiculous in front of millions of people. It's actually quite sad. It's a freak show. I don't know anyone who takes it seriously. I actually feel embarrassed to admit I've watched it. So how come I ended up going on the website to try and find out if I could get on the show. Every now and then they have a story about how they pay for an addict to go to rehab and then give them all the support needed to help them " rebuild their life". When you have no idea what to do about a situation all sorts of stupid things cross your mind. Sometimes you feel so desperate you'd consider anything. My son is a heroin addict and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. A million pounds wouldn't change that fact, so going on a stupid TV show wouldn't make any difference. Now I feel such an idiot for even contemplating it. The only way he'll stop being a heroin addict is if he chooses to. 
Not a word for weeks, absolutely nothing apart from a picture of him in the local paper saying he's wanted by the police. The only way to get through it was to keep telling myself that no news is good news. So to get a phonecall out of the blue was a huge relief. He didn't say much. He said he was ok and that he'd found some
money and bought a phone. I don't believe that for a minute. People don't just find money. He said he was staying with a friend. When I asked what he was doing he told me not to "start". I could tell by the tone of his voice there wasn't much point in trying to have a proper conversation. I told him I'd ring him in a few days. Instead of being happy I felt really cross. Not once did he say sorry about disappearing over Christmas, not once did he ask how I was, not once did he ask about my mum and dad or anyone else. Selfish little bastard.
I've spoken to him once since. He is staying with another addict. He says he's still using when he can afford it and that he's been selling scrap metal to get money. He says he knows he has to do something but doesn't know what yet. He doesn't want to see or talk to anyone else. I asked if there was anything I could do.....he said no. He's right. I'd do anything if I thought it would make a difference. I still love him but I don't really like him right now. 
It's his Birthday tomorrow. He's going to be 28. He should be enjoying his life right now. Drugs have taken his life away. I don't want to think about how he will be spending his day. 

Jeremy Kyle….really?



Why on earth would anyone with an ounce of self respect or brains want to ring the Jeremy Kyle Show? I hate the Jeremy Kyle show. I only ever watch it if it happens to be on and there's nothing else to watch. It's just full of low life scum bags wanting to get on the telly or people so naive or desperate that they don't realise that they are being exploited and made to look ridiculous in front of millions of people. It's actually quite sad. It's a freak show. I don't know anyone who takes it seriously. I actually feel embarrassed to admit I've watched it. So how come I ended up going on the website to try and find out if I could get on the show. Every now and then they have a story about how they pay for an addict to go to rehab and then give them all the support needed to help them " rebuild their life". When you have no idea what to do about a situation all sorts of stupid things cross your mind. Sometimes you feel so desperate you'd consider anything. My son is a heroin addict and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. A million pounds wouldn't change that fact, so going on a stupid TV show wouldn't make any difference. Now I feel such an idiot for even contemplating it. The only way he'll stop being a heroin addict is if he chooses to. 
Not a word for weeks, absolutely nothing apart from a picture of him in the local paper saying he's wanted by the police. The only way to get through it was to keep telling myself that no news is good news. So to get a phonecall out of the blue was a huge relief. He didn't say much. He said he was ok and that he'd found some
money and bought a phone. I don't believe that for a minute. People don't just find money. He said he was staying with a friend. When I asked what he was doing he told me not to "start". I could tell by the tone of his voice there wasn't much point in trying to have a proper conversation. I told him I'd ring him in a few days. Instead of being happy I felt really cross. Not once did he say sorry about disappearing over Christmas, not once did he ask how I was, not once did he ask about my mum and dad or anyone else. Selfish little bastard.
I've spoken to him once since. He is staying with another addict. He says he's still using when he can afford it and that he's been selling scrap metal to get money. He says he knows he has to do something but doesn't know what yet. He doesn't want to see or talk to anyone else. I asked if there was anything I could do.....he said no. He's right. I'd do anything if I thought it would make a difference. I still love him but I don't really like him right now. 
It's his Birthday tomorrow. He's going to be 28. He should be enjoying his life right now. Drugs have taken his life away. I don't want to think about how he will be spending his day. 

OCD and Trauma

Gamayun:

This is an interesting look. Something I never considered, and looking back at my history…I would never say that there was some trauma that triggered my OCD. Still, I had never even heard of this as a potential cause for OCD. The things one learns…

Originally posted on ocdtalk:

Family ShadowWhen discussing the causes of obsessive-compulsive disorder, the general consensus is that a combination of genetic and environmental factors likely leads to its development. There’s talk of genetic predisposition, triggering events, and childhood trauma. Oh, how that last one makes me cringe, and whether it’s my imagination or not, I’ve often felt I was being judged as a parent. The stigma I deal with personally has more to do with “What kind of parent are you?” than “Your son has a mental illness.”

So it makes me think. What kind of parent am I? Did I, or my husband, traumatize our son Dan and contribute to the development of his OCD? Well, I really don’t know. I’m certain that Dan grew up in a safe and loving home. But we’re not perfect. Was I less than patient when “forcing” toilet training on him as his fourth birthday fast approached? Yes.…

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How to Run Naked With Scissors..getting past who you are expected to be, to who you are meant to be

Running Naked with Scissors – it’s an attitude.  Know your abilities Test your limits  Be brave  Listen to your gut do what feels right take chances don’t quit Don’t apologize […]

A Closet of Disguises

I have a business meeting to go to this week, and as it nears, my anxiety is building.

This used to be a thing I did all the time. I used to go to business conventions and work the booth and have business lunches and dinners and meet and greet and travel and wear suits and hose and give speeches.

But that was quite a few years ago. Before my brain broke (this last time). Since then I have worked at home when I’m able to, in front of my computer, in my pajamas. Now I have to remember how to do the other thing.

It’s not even what I would call a really intimidating function. 45-minute drive. Four hours long. Biz cazh. (I think. I hope.) Billable. Free lunch, maybe someplace nice.

However. I want to look and act sane and articulate and relatively social skillful. That could be an uphill climb. And it’s been icy lately. (Literally as well as figuratively.)

A long time back I heard of a technique of imagining you had a closet of disguises for all the things you needed to be. When you needed them, you could reach into the closet and take out your Respectable Married Lady disguise or your Sophisticated World Traveler disguise or your Competent Business Woman disguise and put it on. (Sometimes literally as well as figuratively.)

But I fear the Competent Business Woman outfit is in tatters, eaten by moths, and hopelessly outdated. I’m not sure it will even fit.

So I have to do the best I can in cobbling together a literal disguise, in hopes that it will trigger the figurative one. I will get my hair done (even though I can’t afford it). I will try to pull together a decent casual outfit (nice jeans and a nice sweater and ballet flats?) instead of my usual look, which I invented and call Vintage Boho Hobo. I will see if I still have a coat that fits that isn’t someone’s cast-off army jacket. I will borrow my husband’s car because mine had a flat and is still making do with the rubber doughnut spare. I will renew my driver’s license (after I get my hair done). I will put some Ativan in my purse (do I still have one that isn’t shaped like an armadillo?). Probably some Lomotil or Immodium too, in case  I need to placate my irritable bowel. And several kinds of breath mints. Perhaps I should take my cane so my balance problems don’t make me look like a first-time ice skater or land me on my ass or all fours. And OMG, what can I do about make-up?  I always stab myself in the eye with a mascara wand, so that’s out. I’m sure that any make-up I have has expired and I really don’t want to spend the money on new after the hair expense.

All this to get through four hours out in public meeting people other than teens behind the drive-through window. I don’t even want to look glamourous. Just not hopeless. Or homeless.

I would really rather Skype, since then I would just have to the hair and the top half of an outfit.

I’m afraid that by the time I pull myself together, I’ll be too tired to go.


Blog For Mental Health 2014

It’s pretty simple really.  I’ve committed this blog towards mental health and by joining this project I’m publicly declaring it.  If you don’t know me yet, I’m a thirty-one year old wife and mom of three darling boys.  I was diagnosed in 2002 with Bipolar Disorder. It took me a couple of years, several medications, and two doctors to find a level of stability that I’ve managed most of the time since then.  This blog is about me.  It’s about bipolar disorder.  There’s some unsolicited advice thrown in.  I talk about God, and how great He is.  I try to be upbeat and encouraging without being fake.  Life is hard sometimes and sometimes you just gotta be real.  And that’s what you can expect from me.  (Maybe a little sarcasm too).

“I pledge my commitment to the Blog for Mental Health 2014 Project. I will blog about mental health topics not only for myself, but for others. By displaying this badge, I show my pride, dedication, and acceptance for mental health. I use this to promote mental health education in the struggle to erase stigma.”

Blog for Mental Health 2014

Please click this link to participate in the Blog For Mental Health 2014 project and join a community of basically a gazillion amazing people (don’t quote me on that number) who are blogging to eradicate stigma and to educate people on mental illness.  Do it.

Sincerely,

Mrs Bipolarity