Month: June 2026
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Shopping Therapy Like a Pro
So there’s professional therapy and then there’s homemade, and I’m a fan of both. I give professional therapy its props where it’s due because it has saved me a time or two. It has taught me useful techniques and skills that I still use on a regular day to stay sane. But there’s something awesome…
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Get a Hobby, They Said
I’m in a pretty dark and lingering depressive phase at the moment, and my therapist’s response is one I’ve heard quite a bit: get a hobby. They make it sound so easy, like going to the gym is a simple task for people with excess weight and high BMIs like me. Each of these things…
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Demonic Possession or Mental Illness?
I grew up in church, so I remember odd stories like demonic possession of pigs. Yes, you read that right. Find it in the gospels of Matthew, Mark, and Luke. Jesus redirects demons from a man to swine. It’s these stories that get taught rather strangely in some churches. Pastors suddenly perk up and start…
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Get with the Program, SSA
I am a unicorn. I work full time and have mental health issues. Many people struggle to hold down a job while juggling mental health. In fact, I know a few people with schizophrenia who couldn’t keep a job to save their lives. It’s a real problem, but the harder issue is that Social Security…
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F%$# these Pills: A Likely Story
Medication has always been a curse word in my book. I don’t want to see it, I don’t want to hear about it, and I definitely don’t want to take it. As someone diagnosed with bipolar 1, they say it’s a life sentence for medication, and that really gets under my skin. Why is it…
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Suck it Up & Wash Up
When my mood is poor, personal hygiene is the last thing on my mind. I could go without a shower for days or weeks and not even notice until someone points out the stench. I could brush my teeth even less and wash my hair far less. But that’s the challenge. And no, I don’t…
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Dastardly Diagnoses
if you took an x-ray of my journey to a bipolar 1 diagnosis, you’d see something hideous lurking under the skin. Something dastardly, so ugly even a mother couldn’t love it. It started with trauma and loss. When I was 9, i was in a car accident where the pedestrian who was hit went into…