Months have roared passed - September, October, November, December, January, February - and I have arrived at the sixth month mark. This moment has traditionally represented a pivotal moment, the halfway point to something new, the vantage point off a mountain's peak from which I could see where I've been and where I was headed … Continue reading Six Months
Chapter VII: It was mid-January and I had returned to familiar territory: jobless and scrambling to put together enough income to make it another month.
Chapter VI: I arrived in Nashville defeated. I had crawled through San Francisco and Chicago amidst the worst of the Great Recession and come out the other side, officially in the latter half of 10 Cities/10 Years; I was drained, bitter, and ready to give up.
It's good to be cold. It's good to be uncomfortable, to feel the pain of cracked skin and chapped lips. It's good to feel the tears well in your eyes from the sheer force of nature's chill. And it sucks all the same.
Suicide is an option. It’s not the best option. It’s not even a good option, but it persists as an option and for some of us, that immutable fact colors all of our experiences, past, present and future.
In the era of constant connection, how do some remain invisible? Like most writers, artists and non-hunks/babes of the world, I was largely anonymous in my teen years. I had my friends, my groups and my failed attempts at finding love that inevitably led to heartache, but while I was a bit higher profile than … Continue reading Invisible
I've never been reluctant to talk about aspects of my mental health that for most normal people would be private. I wrote about my self-diagnosis last year when I described myself as having "Bipolar SAD," a condition that does not officially exist from a DSM-IV standpoint. Well, it turns out, even though I made up … Continue reading Bipolar II