Anxiety Therapy + Medication

    Losing Sleep

    I haven’t had a good night’s rest in months. I lay awake at night, the minutes ticking by, obsessing over outlandish scenarios and things I can’t control. Like cougars attacking my daughter while she plays outside, our house going up in flames, my dead abuser coming back to get me and so much more. These intrusive thoughts play over and over in my head, messing with my ability to just calm the fuck down and actually sleep. Instead, the panic…

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  • Bipolar

    Manic

    I had a manic episode once. It was so much fun. I spent $3,000 in the span of one week. I bought so many beautiful things for my home. I dragged my kids to…

  • Therapy + Medication

    Switching Things Up

    Just when I thought I’d found the perfect medicinal cocktail to manage my Bipolar, depression and PTSD symptoms, my psychiatric nurse practitioner is switching things up. My prolactin levels are high and the risperidone…

  • Marriage

    Dear Cymbalta

    Dear Cymbalta, Thank you for bringing peace to our home. Thank you for calming the 11 year storm. Thank you for picking up the pieces of my husband’s rage and molding them into a…

  • Bipolar

    My Bipolar Diagnosis

    I was floored when I received my Bipolar diagnosis. It was the last thing I expected. I’d been severely depressed and living with PTSD for years as a result of childhood sexual trauma. But…

  • Depression

    I’m Not Who I Used To Be

    I used to be thin, outgoing, happy. I wore my heart on my sleeve. I never shied away from putting myself out there, never shrinking from the spotlight. I used to be so sure…

  • Depression

    More

    I’ve been struggling lately, unsure of my life’s direction and purpose. Having left the workforce following a suicide attempt four years ago, I’ve been feeling a little lost and like I have nothing of…

  • Childhood Sexual Abuse

    Doctor

    I had no idea, at the time, that what he was doing was incredibly inappropriate. I just knew that it made no sense.  I was five or six years old. He was a teenager. We…

  • Depression

    Grateful

    Some days I just need to stop and take stock of the little things that make my heart happy. To remind myself that it’s not all bad. To be grateful, despite the weight of…