On Being a Mom with Chronic Illnesses

Me & my little man on our only summer vacation before my flare-up hit. I'm having an Epstein-Barr flare-up and I cancelled a cub scouts camping trip my son, husband and I had scheduled for last weekend. I was absolutley devastated. I parked my tiny SUV, Frankie - my amazing all-wheel drive Nissan Juke purchased... Continue Reading →

Death & Rebirth

Most people don't know the Phoenix lights her own funeral pyre. Because death and fire aren't negatives for her. Fire cleanses her so she can be reborn. She does this over and over again in her lifetime.

I’m Not Okay

A day in the life. I blogged through most of my 4 years of postpartum depression. I call it postpartum depression, but really it was prenatal depression, childbirth trauma and postpartum mania, OCD and depression, but that's way too long to write every single time. Back to the blog. I locked it down years ago,... Continue Reading →

Postpartum Depression: Then & Now

I had postpartum depression for four years and it nearly killed me. I was hospitalized twice and I missed my son's 3rd Christmas. It's now been four years since my bottom and the difference in my life is nothing short of a miracle. A miracle and a lot of work. Please share with anyone who... Continue Reading →

Stark Raving Sober

I know, I know. It's been a hot minute. I hope you're having a most excellent new year! Guess what I did? I started a vlog. I know I've attempted before, but this time feels different. It's called Stark Raving Sober and it's about being a badass with co-occurring disorders (mental illness and addiction). Total... Continue Reading →

Another Storm

I've been hit by another storm. It started with bronchitis and a sinus infection. Still coughing and barely off the antibiotics, I got the stomach flu. Not just the stomach flu, a 6-day stomach flu that turned into a 12-day stomach flu because of my lithium levels. Right about the time I could finally eat... Continue Reading →

Thanksgiving, 2014

I wasn't going to go, but I didn't know how to take care of myself yet. Then there I was, November 27, 2014, in a beautiful house full of mostly strangers, taking care of my 3-year-old while my husband had fun with his co-workers. I was jumping out of my skin. Every minute was an... Continue Reading →

20 Years Booze-Free

November 15, 1997 was my first day without a drink. I haven't had a drink since. There will be no celebrations. No cake. No friends singing. No applause. See, I've relapsed twice on drugs. At 9 months, I did a whip-it. It was a knee-jerk reaction to seeing my roommate's can of glorious Reddi Wip... Continue Reading →

44 Years

I turned 44-years-old today and it hit me. I'm still here. I'm. Still. Here. After three hospitals, an outpatient program, the countless support groups, the alcoholism, the bone-crushing depression, the grandiose manias, the coma fatigue, the suicide plans, the suicide plans, THE SUICIDE PLANS, the deaths of so many I love, that fucking childhood, the... Continue Reading →

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