I didn’t even want children when I gave birth to my daughter, and became deeply depressed after she was born. I was barely able to support myself and my chronically unemployed husband on a secretary’s salary, no less a child. I thought at the time that giving birth was the worst thing I could have done. Yet in the big scheme of things, my... Read more
It’s hard enough to make the decision to see a therapist and to actually get ourselves to the first appointment. I remember how nervous I was five years ago when I made an appointment to see a psychologist about a depression I could not shake. But after an hour with “Dr. Jones,” I felt more depressed than ever. She talked most of the hour... Read more
At our bipolar support group meeting this week, one of our members was facing a large project that he couldn’t seem to get his teeth into. He used the holidays as an opportunity to “float,” but now that they were over, he had to face reality and get moving. Yet he seemed to be blocked and felt incapable of even making a start.We all... Read more
The thing I can’t stand most of all is when nothing changes. Perhaps it’s part of my bipolar craving for excitement, for something to stimulate the manic side and get me out of the doldrums. I’d almost rather have a tragedy than have my daily routine repeat itself day after nauseous day.
In the past I’m afraid I created my own... Read more
I have a friend who remains optimistic and cheerful in spite of the fact that no one knows what to do about the situation in Iraq, global warming, the Darfur massacres, world hunger, AIDS, cancer, diabetes, fast food, corn subsidies, or the intransigence of her own children. No amount of global or personal misfortune has ever shaken her smiling... Read more