Daily Archives: June 3, 2015

The Great Spork Revival

I thought after a respite I was ready to face the dish again. All it took was three minutes to get on the main drag and bam, I started coming undone. Too much traffic, too much noise from thud thud thud car stereos, too many people, too sunny, just…too everything. Nothing catastrophic happened, if you discount me inadvertently blurting out “douchebag” thus teaching my kid one more word she really shouldn’t know. Oh, well. Traffic brings it out in me. LIFE brings it out in me.

At the gas station I went to close the door and of course, my kid had darted behind me to grab something out of the car and  her upper arm got pinched. Enter bloody murder screams. Okay,she got a red mark, maybe it will bruise but she’s been told a thousand times to pay attention to what she’s doing and what’s going on around her. It’s not that I am apathetic, it’s just…Jebus, how many times do I have to tell her. She pays attention when with others, at school. It’s like her worst is reserved for me. And there I am, kneeling down, inspecting her booboo, trying to be sympathetic and calming, and the store manager is a few feet away smoking casting disapproving glares my way. Because I have that dead tone going on where everything sounds pissy. GRRR. Just like when the satan voice comes out and I get dirty looks or people mutter. Well, you didn’t hear the first six times I asked the child quietly only to be ignored. Satan voice at least gets her attention.

Little traumas: I saw camoflauge crocs today. On a dude. Made me want to throw up a little. I don’t care if they are trendy and comfortable, I abhor crocs. And fauxhawks. If it makes me a snot, so bet it.

I can’t even watch shows without anxiety creeping in. I have been on a kick rewatching old episodes of The Practice and I get a little hyperventilate-y every time an innocent person is convicted, knowing it does happen and reversing a conviction is close to impossible. (I watch way too much 48 Hours and Forensic Files to think otherwise.) The donor used to tell me I was ridiculous, don’t do anything wrong, you have nothing to fear. That kind of idiocy best not be genetic or my kid is doomed.

I get a tiny twinge of “ick” every time I am in public and see all these people, even the elderly, even the dumber than dirt set, using a pricy Smartphone. I don’t know why it offends me so much. It’s not a jealousy thing because I barely use the phone I have, I don’t need an upgrade. I have computers if I want to use the net or hear music. It’s just irksome the way people seem surgically attached to their phones, even when allegedly socializing with others, not to mention being forcefed youtube videos from someone’s pocket or purse constantly. Just…Stop. I’m like some cranky old man, two steps from yelling GET OFF MY LAWN YOU WHIPPERSNAPPER.

It also irks me the way people who aren’t in a couple are treated like lonely pathetic creatures. Fact is, much as I’d like to want the true love and other fairytales domestic thing, I really don’t. I get bored easily. I get annoyed easily. I LIKE being alone, it’s not some affectation because I have no options. Not to mention how hard the mood swings are on others. It’s hard on me, but I’m strong enough to cope. No one else I’ve encountered seems able, or willing. Their problem.

“I paid $1800 for this suit because my image is important to me.” Grr, I really wanna throat punch elitist snots who say things like that. Spend oodles on your bleeding image, just shut up about it. Otherwise, you’re little more than a well dressed classless shmuck.

I am pretty sure I’ve lost my mind as I’ve let the spawn play with the devil girls (whose father said they couldn’t be at my house but has apparently changed his mind to keep the kids out of his hair for summer) and I even let them come inside to use the bathroom. I offered snacks. WTF? Last week I was a bumbling mess,hell this weekend, I was pretty sure if I let anyone in the door things would explode. Now it’s like…Wary, anxious (perpetual state these days) but…whatever. My kid is laughing and having fun. It’s not so much having her out of my hair or I’d be out begging the Y to take her for the summer. Which I should do but she burst into tears repeatedly and begged me not to make her go because it’s scary…What can I say, I relate, even if it’s likely to fade away once you acclimate. I’m an enabler. She’s not even six, ffs. I can be clingy mommy. But I want her to have a good summer. My discomfort is, well, the norm, with or without her little friends.

It’s 6:37 p.m. I cooked supper. Cleaned cat boxes. Oddly,I’m not feeling all that insane. The anxiety is bubbling under the surface, but it’s manageable because for some reason, my brain isn’t delivering gloom and doom messages. It happens. Rarely but it does happen. I’m achy, that whole bruised skin thing I get, but…I don’t feel so bad. My sporks revived. Thing is, with spork revival, you lose your heavy duty metal sporks and get stuck with the flismy plastic ones that break off in your food. Sporks is sporks is sporks, I guess. I think I have six plastic sporks in my grubby little fist, maybe enough energy to not just bathe my kid but perhaps myself, too. Hell, I may not even cryptify myself before 9 pm. I’m feeling nutsy kookoo, in a good way. Jebus, after the last six weeks, I think I am due. I wish it would last. Of course, by saying that, I am being pessimistic and self sabotaging myself, so say the scumsucking sunshine spewers. Meh.

The thing is, with me, I can be flying along fine or even high, and then no trigger, just from out of nowhere…SPLAT. The bottom falls out and I’m looking up to see a snake’s belly. Splat sucks. The up times are cruel because they don’t do more than pop in, say hi, give you pseudo hope that you could feel good like this all the time, and then it abandons you. Or more like, sneaks out during the middle of a conversation leaving you going what. the. actual. fuck.

 I want to vent a little further just to display the posterchild for narcissism. (Yes, there was a time I didn’t complain, it was in utero, also the only time I was lacking in sarcasm.) R sent me a text ordering me to come to the shop and bring every power adapter for laptops. Like, um, I need them to run my shit…He comes back with how he’s got a laptop and he will give it to me but he needs a power cord to see if it will work because the battery is dead. I fired back with “give me model number, let me check the specs and see what I’ve got.” It pissed him off that I didn’t drop everything and obey him, under that all too familiar guise of, “I’m trying to do you a favor here.” Whiskey foxtrot tango. I had a laptop. I gave it back to him because he promised to buy me a screen for my Toshiba. He spilled beer on it thus fucking it up. He’s not doing me any favors, he’s replacing what was essentially taken back. Idget. Still not feeling all warm and fuzzy toward him after all his disparaging remarks about those on disability. Rude rude rude. Idget. Mega uber idget.

All in  all…Mood’s numb but not psychotic. Anxiety is manageable as long as I avoid the dish and too much noise.I’ll call today a moderate success at normal functioning. Night is young but I’m going to embrace my spork revival, for now.

To celebrate…Some tee hee.

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No more Invega Sustenna

I had three shots of Invega Sustenna. 150mg loading dose, a week later 100mg loading dose, 4 weeks later, 150mg regular dose.

The side effects SUCK. But it helped so much.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

The first side effect I noticed was in my mouth, I would stutter, it felt like I didn’t have control of my mouth and I was sort of spitting out the words. My roommate, when I brought this up, said that I had been talking differently lately.

The cognitive effects. I would completely lose words while trying to write/say something. I would be typing a word, forget what the word was halfway through, and then be unable to type the rest of it. I couldn’t look at letters and copy them to paper or my keyboard, either.  Just massive fuzziness.

Then the physical side effects.

Invega Sustenna is good at lowering your blood pressure when you stand up, and I already have low blood pressure. After nearly blacking out for 3 weeks in yoga, I’m taking a short break until the dizzy, fainting feeling goes away. I’d stand up, and then tunnel vision, sparkles, hearing getting muffled. That means I was about to pass out. I got myself back on the ground or waited it out and didn’t pass out in public, or at home.

Then the twitching. Ugh. My body would twitch in different areas. Just like an electrical zap, *twitch*, it was weird. I was shaking a lot too, especially at yoga, and the more I thought about the shaking, the more I shook. It concerned a couple yoga instructors, but I explained that my meds do this to me.

Yesterday, I had enough. I called my pnurse, and she told me to call my pdoc, so I called him, and got in today. I explained my problems, and that I didn’t want to be on depot injections anymore (as I am medication compliant 100%) and he raised my Seroquel to Seroquel XR 300mg in the morning, 300mg at night, and said if it made me drowsy, to take it all at night.

I got Elavil for sleep, too. It knocks me out, I can sleep now, although I’m waking up earlier. I’m sleeping less (7-8 hours rather than 9-11) but feeling better. I take 100mg of that, but can go up to 150mg.

I have shoulder surgery soon. Maybe this month. Hopefully not. I’m so not wanting to do it. But I have to. I’ve been on the waiting list for a year. Ironically, my shoulder hasn’t been bothering me at all lately. Figures. The rehab.. 9 months.. 3 months before most function comes back.. 1 month in a sling, unable to do anything. Fuck.

Oh well. Gotta do what’s necessary.

No more Invega Sustenna

I had three shots of Invega Sustenna. 150mg loading dose, a week later 100mg loading dose, 4 weeks later, 150mg regular dose.

The side effects SUCK. But it helped so much.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

The first side effect I noticed was in my mouth, I would stutter, it felt like I didn’t have control of my mouth and I was sort of spitting out the words. My roommate, when I brought this up, said that I had been talking differently lately.

The cognitive effects. I would completely lose words while trying to write/say something. I would be typing a word, forget what the word was halfway through, and then be unable to type the rest of it. I couldn’t look at letters and copy them to paper or my keyboard, either.  Just massive fuzziness.

Then the physical side effects.

Invega Sustenna is good at lowering your blood pressure when you stand up, and I already have low blood pressure. After nearly blacking out for 3 weeks in yoga, I’m taking a short break until the dizzy, fainting feeling goes away. I’d stand up, and then tunnel vision, sparkles, hearing getting muffled. That means I was about to pass out. I got myself back on the ground or waited it out and didn’t pass out in public, or at home.

Then the twitching. Ugh. My body would twitch in different areas. Just like an electrical zap, *twitch*, it was weird. I was shaking a lot too, especially at yoga, and the more I thought about the shaking, the more I shook. It concerned a couple yoga instructors, but I explained that my meds do this to me.

Yesterday, I had enough. I called my pnurse, and she told me to call my pdoc, so I called him, and got in today. I explained my problems, and that I didn’t want to be on depot injections anymore (as I am medication compliant 100%) and he raised my Seroquel to Seroquel XR 300mg in the morning, 300mg at night, and said if it made me drowsy, to take it all at night.

I got Elavil for sleep, too. It knocks me out, I can sleep now, although I’m waking up earlier. I’m sleeping less (7-8 hours rather than 9-11) but feeling better. I take 100mg of that, but can go up to 150mg.

I have shoulder surgery soon. Maybe this month. Hopefully not. I’m so not wanting to do it. But I have to. I’ve been on the waiting list for a year. Ironically, my shoulder hasn’t been bothering me at all lately. Figures. The rehab.. 9 months.. 3 months before most function comes back.. 1 month in a sling, unable to do anything. Fuck.

Oh well. Gotta do what’s necessary.

No more Invega Sustenna

I had three shots of Invega Sustenna. 150mg loading dose, a week later 100mg loading dose, 4 weeks later, 150mg regular dose.

The side effects SUCK. But it helped so much.

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.

The first side effect I noticed was in my mouth, I would stutter, it felt like I didn’t have control of my mouth and I was sort of spitting out the words. My roommate, when I brought this up, said that I had been talking differently lately.

The cognitive effects. I would completely lose words while trying to write/say something. I would be typing a word, forget what the word was halfway through, and then be unable to type the rest of it. I couldn’t look at letters and copy them to paper or my keyboard, either.  Just massive fuzziness.

Then the physical side effects.

Invega Sustenna is good at lowering your blood pressure when you stand up, and I already have low blood pressure. After nearly blacking out for 3 weeks in yoga, I’m taking a short break until the dizzy, fainting feeling goes away. I’d stand up, and then tunnel vision, sparkles, hearing getting muffled. That means I was about to pass out. I got myself back on the ground or waited it out and didn’t pass out in public, or at home.

Then the twitching. Ugh. My body would twitch in different areas. Just like an electrical zap, *twitch*, it was weird. I was shaking a lot too, especially at yoga, and the more I thought about the shaking, the more I shook. It concerned a couple yoga instructors, but I explained that my meds do this to me.

Yesterday, I had enough. I called my pnurse, and she told me to call my pdoc, so I called him, and got in today. I explained my problems, and that I didn’t want to be on depot injections anymore (as I am medication compliant 100%) and he raised my Seroquel to Seroquel XR 300mg in the morning, 300mg at night, and said if it made me drowsy, to take it all at night.

I got Elavil for sleep, too. It knocks me out, I can sleep now, although I’m waking up earlier. I’m sleeping less (7-8 hours rather than 9-11) but feeling better. I take 100mg of that, but can go up to 150mg.

I have shoulder surgery soon. Maybe this month. Hopefully not. I’m so not wanting to do it. But I have to. I’ve been on the waiting list for a year. Ironically, my shoulder hasn’t been bothering me at all lately. Figures. The rehab.. 9 months.. 3 months before most function comes back.. 1 month in a sling, unable to do anything. Fuck.

Oh well. Gotta do what’s necessary.

What is normal?

I realize that there are basic reactions and  emotions that we all have and that are normal in certain situations. I have never really been able to explain or get across the feeling that my experiences are not like they are for everyone else. I have moments of clarity a couple times a year. I think it’s in between the cycles of my bipolar disorder. I have always enjoyed these moments and waited for them. I am so excited that I have them more now and that they give me so much peace, even when the clarity isn’t necessarily positive.

There really is not a way in which to explain it so that someone who has never been there can understand. But I continue to and will continue to do my best to share. It’s that important and life changing.

Be blessed!!!


Waking Into Darkness

When you wake from the dream into darkness, you need only flip a switch ... so what do you do...

The Harrowing Petri Dish Of Humanity

Was a long night trying to get to sleep. Jolting awake every time I nearly drifted off. I dreamed of running errands, buying food, managing limited funds. Seriously wtf, I had to go live it today AND I also had to dream about it? Thinking this Trileptal is the culprit, though the only way to prove it would be to go off it for a week or so. Even then the shrink would find some other excuse for it even if I proved it. And for all we know, maybe Trileptal alone wouldn’t cause it, maybe it’s the combo with all the other meds. IDK.

When I woke up, I did my monthly thing. Send a text to my bank, check my balance. I had a moment of confused panic when it was forty bucks less than it should have been. Then I remembered, my Magicjack was due for the year and I set it on auto pay to avoid losing service like I did last year when I forgot to renew. Breathe a sigh of relief.

To the gas station to fuel the car. Long line inside. My kid was bouncing off the walls, making everyone laugh. She is so outgoing it’s almost creepy. The perfect target for a pedophile. I don’t want to teach her to fear everything but I wish I could imprint some wariness on the child. Held my breath until the car went through. (I am petrified of computer glitches, my god, does no one realize how fucked we are if the computers get fried or crash???) I got my monthly reward. An actual pack of cigarettes. I asked for Pall Mall, she gave me Marlboro. Normally I’d object to paying a buck more, but the line was long, I was feeling caged, and I said, wth.

Onto the bank nearest for cash. It’s the one that “eats” your card during the transaction. Those freak me out big time. How would I get my money if the power went out? I know, quit making problems where there isn’t one. I guess my parents programmed me fear “what ifs”. I always sigh in relief when it spits my card back out.

THEN I think, quick trip to pay the net bill, no biggie, do it every month, in and out in five. With kid in tow, quick is important. Oh was I fucking wrong. The cable company has changed to digital and HD and there was a line going outside the door of mostly people needing to upgrade their equipment and ask questions. Talk about feeling smothered. I pondered going back, said fuck it, I can do this. Thirty five minutes, kid bouncing like a beach ball, mommy mommy mommy, banging into me (damn, why do I let her have donuts on occasion??) To boot, their computers and printers were fucked up so they were doing everything by handwriting. GRRRRRRRR. At one point, Spook asked, “What are you doing, Mommy?” And I ground my teeth and said, “Trying very hard not to strangle someone.” Yes, shit happens, things go wrong, I can abide. But crowds turn me into a caged animal. Elbow to elbow in this small room, line moving like a snail sedated with Seroquel…Icky.

Breathe upon exit, errand complete. Stop at another store for some paper towels and such, look for summer shoes for me and the spawn. I found the exact same ones I was wearing from last summer, worn til holes in the toes, for six bucks. I grabbed another pair (and I am remembering why I loathe breaking in new shoes) then tried to find her some. She wanted Frozen. None in her size. I wanted her to get the rainbow pastel knit shoes as they’d be good for church. She insisted on Monster High sequined flip flops. Oh, well. Then she started asking for everything in sight, even though I told her going in, ask for anything, you get nothing. By the time we reached the register, I was really grinding my teeth. No matter how nicely firm I tried to sound, I thought I just sounded hateful. Why??? I can be hateful, but this is not my norm. Add to it, the place was crowded and my kid kept correcting me because when I say excuse me, I say it softly. She yells it so she thinks I should or I am rude.

Next stop: pharmacy. Focalin and Cymbalta. That was calmer. Then to another store to buy cat litter. After that, go pay rent. I mentioned the people on the other side of me are moving out and since I finally got rid of the bugs after spending a fortune, I’d appreciate if they’d spray around it so the bugs don’t come here. Snotty landlord said, “They made their own bug problem.” He is so full of shit, as ritzy people are. When we moved in six years ago, we brought a desk and a bed. That was all we had. So the bugs didn’t come with us. But they were there when we moved in and they refused to spray. Every time someone moves in or out, they spray that place and the bugs come live here. No more, ffs. I’m not a great housekeeper, given, but the insinuation that the bugs are our fault when they were here upon moving in is just offensive. But what do I expect, he threw a tantrum having to spend money to fix a 40 year old furnace that’d never been fixed since I moved in. I am thankful to have this place, they let me have my cats and leave me alone, but there’s a reason this place is viewed as scuzzy and slum lordy.

Home sweet homicide. Er, home. Bought a can of moist food to split amongst the indoor and outdoor cats, cos everyone deserves the occasional treat. I got my kid some paint so she can be occupied for ten seconds. I am calming down, but damn, that was a harrowing trip into the dish. Now I am sitting here with three kittens on my legs so I can’t move an inch without disturbing them and they look so comfy…In light of thinking I lost Alchemy last night, I’m almost scared to disrupt them.

Jebus, I’m not even standing on these new slip on shoes and my feet feel like they are in bondage. New shoes suck. At least Spook is doing well with hers. Now that she put them on the proper feet. I kept wondering why she was walking funny. Personally, I can’t stand flip flops, it’s that thing between the toes that is just icky.

Ugh, it just occurred to me, I told the landlord the neighbors were moving, based on what my kid told me, not having seen them move anything, and the landlord apparently hadn’t been warned…Hope it doesn’t start shit, I am in no mood for it. One trip into the dish did me in. Just the ambient noise of stores, phones ringing, people yapping, the beep of the door every time it opens, ughhh. I can do it, but the price is probably going to be a couple of days of functioning minimally. It’s that whole spork thing. You only get so many each day and if you used ten out of twelve before noon…It’s gonna be a tough day.

Aside from the anxiety and multiple panic episodes..My mood is numb, as is the norm lately. Not happy, not sad, not mad, not anything. I’m just here, auto pilot. MorgueRoboto, no domo arigato.

I should do some housework. Unfortunately, my two sporks are reserved for simply survivng the next nine hours with Uzi child. Never did get any groceries aside from some bread and teabags and sugar. That’s for another trip into the dish. I did enough today. Maybe if I allow myself that peace of mind I will regain some sporks and actually accomplish something. Pressuring myself seems to do the opposite, so resigning myself to doing nothing might just kick me into gear.

Fuckitol.

I feel like I took a zillion milligrams.


What can a mental health advocate do to help people with mental illnesses? by Michelle Clark

Advocate-For-Mental-HealthAs the founder and administrator of several groups, blogs and pages online that deal with mental illness, I am often asked how someone can help or what exactly is an advocate.

There are many ways a mental health advocate can get involved and help to make a difference. Sometimes it is simply to take care of themselves because they have a mental illness and sometimes it is helping a loved one or friend who has a mental illness. This is not always an easy task and those advocates should be commended.

There are other ways too as stigma regarding mental illness is common and mistreatment of those inflicted with a mental illness are common.

Mirriam Webster defines an advocate as a person who argues for or supports a cause or policy or  a person who works for a cause or group and 3. a person who argues for the cause of another person in a court of law.  I think the best definition would be a person who publicly supports or recommends a particular cause or policy as defined by google.com

There are many famous mental health advocates and people who are doing things to advocate for the mentally ill on a larger scale. However, in order to be considered to be an advocate, you don’t have to change policy or be well-known. There are many things you can do to help change the mental health system and the stigma surrounding mental illness.

It might be as simple as letting someone know that you have a mental illness and are not ashamed of telling them. It could be that you have accomplished in spite of having a mental illness and letting others know that.  It might be sharing that a family member has a mental illness and you are not ashamed of admitting it.

If you want to get involved on a larger scale, there are several organizations that deal with trying to change how the mentally ill are treated, perceived and help to educate others about the various mental illnesses.

There are politicians and famous people who have spoken out about mental illness. You could simply write to them and let them know that you appreciate it.

Some ideas that I would like to suggest if you want to do more are:

  • Send an email or call a politician, someone in the media, or a famous person in regards to your opinions, experiences, and ideas how to change things in the mental health system and/or make a difference in the stigma that I think is more discrimination.
  • Start a FB page or page, a Twitter account, start to blog, etc. to help raise awareness and offer support to others inflicted with a  mental illness or others inquiring about it.
  • Join an organization that deals with mental health or illness. Some people lead groups, some show up to offer support, others spread the word about the organizations.  Some such organizations are NAMI, BringChange2Mind, DBSA, Mental Health America.  Give them a call and see how you can get involved.
  • Organize or take part in an event that has to do with mental health or mental illness
  • Contact other advocates for other idea
  • Share information about mental illnesses on your personal social media sites

The ways you can help are limitless.  These are just some of the ways you can help make lives better for those who have a mental illness.   For more ways, please join our group Advocates for People with Mental Illnesses

advocate waysPicture credits: mentalhealthpakistan.com and modernmedicines.com


What can a mental health advocate do to help people with mental illnesses? by Michelle Clark

Advocate-For-Mental-HealthAs the founder and administrator of several groups, blogs and pages online that deal with mental illness, I am often asked how someone can help or what exactly is an advocate.

There are many ways a mental health advocate can get involved and help to make a difference. Sometimes it is simply to take care of themselves because they have a mental illness and sometimes it is helping a loved one or friend who has a mental illness. This is not always an easy task and those advocates should be commended.

There are other ways too as stigma regarding mental illness is common and mistreatment of those inflicted with a mental illness are common.

Mirriam Webster defines an advocate as a person who argues for or supports a cause or policy or  a person who works for a cause or group and 3. a person who argues for the cause of another person in a court of law.  I think the best definition would be a person who publicly supports or recommends a particular cause or policy as defined by google.com

There are many famous mental health advocates and people who are doing things to advocate for the mentally ill on a larger scale. However, in order to be considered to be an advocate, you don’t have to change policy or be well-known. There are many things you can do to help change the mental health system and the stigma surrounding mental illness.

It might be as simple as letting someone know that you have a mental illness and are not ashamed of telling them. It could be that you have accomplished in spite of having a mental illness and letting others know that.  It might be sharing that a family member has a mental illness and you are not ashamed of admitting it.

If you want to get involved on a larger scale, there are several organizations that deal with trying to change how the mentally ill are treated, perceived and help to educate others about the various mental illnesses.

There are politicians and famous people who have spoken out about mental illness. You could simply write to them and let them know that you appreciate it.

Some ideas that I would like to suggest if you want to do more are:

  • Send an email or call a politician, someone in the media, or a famous person in regards to your opinions, experiences, and ideas how to change things in the mental health system and/or make a difference in the stigma that I think is more discrimination.
  • Start a FB page or page, a Twitter account, start to blog, etc. to help raise awareness and offer support to others inflicted with a  mental illness or others inquiring about it.
  • Join an organization that deals with mental health or illness. Some people lead groups, some show up to offer support, others spread the word about the organizations.  Some such organizations are NAMI, BringChange2Mind, DBSA, Mental Health America.  Give them a call and see how you can get involved.
  • Organize or take part in an event that has to do with mental health or mental illness Example: Embrace Life Day
  • Contact other advocates for other idea
  • Share information about mental illnesses on your personal social media sites

The ways you can help are limitless.  These are just some of the ways you can help make lives better for those who have a mental illness.   For more ways, please join our group Advocates for People with Mental Illnesses or contact Michelle Clark at [email protected]   Please put in comments “I want to be a better advocate”

advocate waysPicture credits: mentalhealthpakistan.com and modernmedicines.com


In Other News

I’ve also been invited to guest blog over at a blog called “Defying Shadows” (www.defyingshadows.wordpress.com)  It’s about breaking the stigma attached to mental health issues and reaching out to those who suffer from mental illness.  I’m in conversation with the admins about what exactly my role will be.  IT has a much larger following that my little blog, so I am definitely interested in reaching out to more people.

I wrote one blog post for them during May for Mental Health Awareness Month on bipolar disorder, so since that went well, I’m hoping doing more with them will work out as well.  I’m trying not to overcommit because I know spring always comes around.  But I’m really looking forward to all the opportunities that are coming my way.  Hope everyone has a good rest of the week!