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.
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
We don't talk about these things. When I was in high school, my brother helped me realize something about myself that was fairly obvious, something that I knew but didn't know. I was depressed. Clinically. My brother used to host a Bible Study in our basement for guys our age, high school, where the discussion … Continue reading SAD
