Journey Beyond Survival

It costs $13,000 to have a relaxing drug induced retreat after psychosis My daughter says she still remembers mommy like that Every time someone says I sound good, I wonder if I'm manic I put my kids to bed at night I help with homework The love of my life has me just as much as I have him I have a sassy groove that's manageable I'm not a perfectionist self righteous prude anymore (much) Life is good I would have given up all of those to avoid this diagnosis of bipolar-nos.  I nearly did.  I can no longer say, "I would NEVER do that" because I simply don't know anymore that I wouldn't.  I know a lot of you out there are weighing the pro's and cons of medication. No, it's not just one. I know more of you than I can count on both hands are either ashamed you are, or can't bear the thought of doing it. Even though you're worried you should. Get checked out.  Just see.  You might be relieved. The thing is, my diagnosis is what I...

Over the weekend I had several opportunities to speak up about one thing. Medication. Most were in the form of emails, from people that are like me or know people like me. I love having conversations with people who have been through something that makes them relate to my experience. The best way I can describe it is that we're refugees from the same war. But we never want to talk about it because we don't want to get deported. Another opportunity was on THIS blog. I have to admit it's that time of the month, and I'm trying not to be witchy. But this worried me. Mostly because of the comments. Karen, the writer of the post tries very hard to be fair and researches what she writes about. I was just disturbed at the way people were flippantly baddying about what people should do. I probably overreacted. Anyway, I commented and poor Karen had to handle the aftermath. She is a gracious lady and posted a follow-up today. The first comment was mine from Thu...