But I’m going to try anyway. Folks who’ve never been assume there’s always “something” you can do to keep yourself from being there. Poverty is the absence of that. The reality that there’s NOTHING else you can do. It’s hopeless. Imagine losing your job. Imagine you then can’t get unemployment…

So I’m going to talk to myself As anyone who has followed me for any length of time knows, I’m Bipolar. The majority of my symptoms — premedication — presented in uncontrollable manic episodes that led to such winning thoughts as: Believing I can cure cancer in a month (I don’t have a biology, or science, background) …

It’s happened. I wrote an article almost a year ago now called “Bipolar Freakshow” where I talked about my story as well as the stigma and misinformation around Bipolar as a mental illness. In that article, I discussed how the worst place to be when you’re Bipolar is that strip…

The last few days I’ve felt this doubt growing in my chest. It weasels its way into every thought, dragging its grimy claws across my skin, gripping my throat and squeezing ever-so-lightly; just enough to hear me wheeze, to feel my heart race under its scaly skin. It’s basically a…

It’s a Tuesday when I turn into an Elder Thing. I know, given the option of days of the week, I expected it to be a Monday, too, but sometimes life doesn’t make sense. Sometimes your life collapses under the debt of 21st century living rather than any ill-advised financial…

This past month has been great. I built a table (almost done), finished rewriting a book, finished a couple stories, even got a few personalized rejection letters (*does Coach Steve Steve arm stretch*). It’s absolutely terrifying. Now, anyone with some variation of Bipolar is probably nodding along sagely while the…

My dog, Archie, died a couple weeks ago. At the time, I tried expressing my grief through a new post, but that was interrupted by my other dog, Kip.