i hate clichés

I hate clichés. I use clichés. Clichés are useful and often appropriate. Clichés suck! Grrrr…. Particularly, in my mental health adventure they seem to be omnipresent. It must be a comfort thing, something familiar. This too shall pass is my favourite. Not in just my decade of debilitating illness, but in life generally. It fitsContinue reading “i hate clichés”

emotional deposits

I don’t harp on my manic depression. It doesn’t own me. Most of the time, I barely remember how much it impacts my life. That can be a tricky line to walk. Of all the “symptoms” or maybe more accurately, characteristics is that of emotional intensity. Until my full diagnosis and subsequent therapy I hadContinue reading “emotional deposits”

the intersection of generations and mental health

Lately I’ve found myself arguing in support of generations that are younger tham me. I am technically a Gen Xer. My birth falls well within the dates and I readily identify (or understand) with the stereotypes applied. However, I am the mother, coworker, teacher, and student of millenials. I feel millenials are worlds away fromContinue reading “the intersection of generations and mental health”

sex in the eighties

This post is true as I recall it. It deals with some sensitive information. It discusses freedom of choice, coming of age, teen pregnancy, abortion, and the reality of one individual. These events are real and might be disturbing. However, I wholeheartedly believe that it is a fundamentally necessary conversation. On January 26, 1985 IContinue reading “sex in the eighties”

oxymoronic passive aggressive games

I don’t understand my mind. It’s that simple. It is my one love, my greatest asset and simultaneously the only thing I believe I am truly afraid of. It serves me in a way I do not understand, like a dysfunctional relationship full of oxymoronic passive aggressive games. When people say to me (or IContinue reading “oxymoronic passive aggressive games”