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Hide The Remotes

I was never going to write on here. I was going to comment and offer support… but I was never going to write about how I felt. “It’ll go away later,” I’d tell myself. “There worse things out there in life than feeling down every now and then.” “Everyone gets...

How’s Gabriel?

How’s Gabriel? I hear that all the time.  There is no simple answer.  But answering it is the focus of my daily life.  Every day.  The real answer is Gabriel’s not OK. Gabriel is Bipolar. His moods shift. Daily. Weekly. Yearly. He is never OK. I spend my days like a...

Protecting The Innocent

I don’t remember when reporting of suspected abuse and threat assessments (e.g., suicide risk identifications) became mandatory for educators and counselors. It was before I became a parent, I know that much, and it dawned on me a long time ago that there were...

A Letter I Can’t Send: Dear Mama

Mama, In my teens, I was toxic to everything I touched. I didn’t mean to be – I just had a lot of pain inside and was too young to understand the connection between that and the reckless behavior I exhibited. You understood it and prayed for me, always...

Diagnosis Carousel

“Teenage hormones” “Depression” “Chemical imbalance” “Post Traumatic Stress Disorder” “Postpartum Depression” “Seasonal Affective Disorder” “Bipolar” “Generalized Anxiety Disorder” Since I was 15 years old, I’ve been diagnosed with one thing after another. It’s like a...