Damn it hurts doesn’t actually cut it. It’s more like Holy Shit That Hurts! It’s been going on for a couple of weeks now. My left fingers are numb and my palm hurts. At night when I’m trying to sleep is when it’s at its worst. I don’t like it when people diagnose themselves. If […]
When I decided to come back I was looking forward to an entirely different blog. I anticipated making this a breezy journal about the simple happenings in my day to day life. Sure, I planned to be honest about the ups and downs in my life, but had no intention for that to be the […]
No, I’m not taking a break from the blog. I didn’t come back only to turn around and leave again. For now, and probably for awhile, I’ll continue to post several days each week. I’ll get to the break later in this post. I Didn’t Watch It Yesterday I debated whether to watch the debate. […]
My name is Brad. That’s it. It’s not Bradley. It’s not Bradford. It’s on my birth certificate and Social Security card as just plain old Brad. The original name when I started this blog in 2008 was How is Bradley? You’ll see all my posts, except for the most recent, tagged as being written by […]
I woke up at 5:30 this morning. I’m not sure exactly why, but Saturday was stressful so I took a couple naps. Despite how groggy I am, my body must think I’ve had enough sleep. Most mornings, when I wake up so early, I go for a 4 – 6 mile walk. Today I wasn’t […]
Some of this may be repetitive. I can’t remember what I’ve shared before with my on again off again posts I’ve done for awhile, so I’m going to give the quick and dirty here. So here we go… Writing One of the primary reasons, if not the primary reason, I left this blog after ten […]
I think I’ll be coming back…I never thought I would, but what do you know? I guess it’s a good thing I never deleted this blog. I’m coming back in a new way, though. From this point the blog won’t be entirely focused on bipolar/depression/anxiety or mental health in general. There may be days I […]
Things are going great, but I’m struggling with accepting limitations that I have. I had some grand ideas that I was excied about and now I know
So, I am getting a little writing done and a few other things, but for the most part my life is on hold. It’s frustrating because I don’t know what’s happening from one day to the next, but all I can do is keep holding on the best that I can and wait to see what happens.
What the fuck is wrong with our world that when a person is at their lowest, they’re expected to walk over coals, jump through hoops and spin on their head to get help—only to be turned away?