[vc_row][vc_column][vc_message message_box_style=”outline” style=”round”] This is a personal post about my own mental health, on the occasion of World Mental Health Day. This post was written in 2013, and many things within have changed (- I was being gaslit by my husband, for one, and did not actually have bi-polar disorder, but rather, C-PTSD). So much…
I love Elvis, I really do. I think his voice was simply magic, like the male version of Karen Carpenter, it’s liquid velvet on a rainbow. Anyway, I was watching “Elvis on Tour” the other night with the kids and I was watching how everyone reacted to him. Sure, he was wearing a cape (!!!),…
So, I was on the playground the other day and a mother was talking about meltdowns with me. “We’re going from meltdown to meltdown,” she sighed unhappily, “if it’s not the kids, it’s me!” “That was us, too!” I chirped, “until I started medicating myself!” Her face fell. I beamed. ***** Now, I know better…
…So, I’ve been depressed again. It wasn’t just the IEP meeting – that was kind of the whipped cream, chocolate sauce and cherry on the sundae that was already built. I don’t know…it seems to me that I’m dealing less and less well with the Bay Area. I’m really grateful for the water…
The original title of this post was “If You Don’t Get Depressed, Don’t Read This Post” because I was depressed when I first wrote it and felt like it should be from me – who suffers from depression – to you, who know what it’s about (because you know, you wouldn’t be reading it if…
Cloverdale. The small town north of the San Francisco Bay Area which I suppose it's true to say that I am from. Cloverdale, which back in my day lacked the charm of neighboring Healdsburg, the quaint hipness of Geyserville. It was simply a pit stop of a town that boasted the Owl Cafe and an…