The Tumor

The MRI above is a pic of the inside of my head. Contrary to popular belief, I do have a brain. But there’s other stuff there. There’s bone tissue, ligaments, muscle and more normal stuff. In addition to all that, there’s one thing that doesn’t belong. A brain tumor. See that kind of oval shape at the end of the…

Goodbye

This is Where I Bid Adieu

Since 2008 I’ve been consistent of one thing with this blog, and that is shutting it down every couple of years. It’s not something I plan ahead. For one reason or another I found it necessary to do so. It breaks my heart. But, it’s time to do it again. As most of you know, I’m writing a novel and…

shit, goddamn or fuck

What the F*ck is Wrong With Saying Sh*t?

I hate the word fuck. It also happens to be one of my favorite words. Whether I love it or hate it, depends on how it’s used. It is my humble opinion that it is used far too often. A Touch of History It’s been interesting watching the progression of swear words on TV over the years. As a kid…

weekly wrap up

Weekly Wrap-Up January 23, 2016

Mood Well, the good news is I had no extremes last week. I was well balanced except for a horrible cold. It, and the meds I was taking, kept me down most of the time. I did get lonely a lot, which I should be use to since writing is a lonely sport, but my foggy head made it hard…

underage drinking

Drunk Bipolar Kids – Throwback Thursday

This weeks Throwback is from June 2008. I Became a Juvenile Delinquent It began on a warm summer day in a field in Pennsylvania. It was 1974 and I was 10 years old. Dana, who lived across the street, was around 17. (No, there will be no Mrs. Robinson story here. Remember, I am gay). She and her friends were…

Wednesday’s Quote: Melody Moezzi

Wednesday’s Quote is a series of posts I ran several years ago and decided to bring back. I will be posting new quotes, as well as some I’ve used before. Let me know if you enjoy them. “Telling someone who is manic that she’s manic is like telling a dictator that he’s a dick. Neither is going to admit it,…

overwhelming

Overwhelming

The End of a Winning Streak Two and three weeks ago, things were simply marvelous. No depression, no hypomania, no mania, no anxiety. Once again, I felt like I’d been cured. Well, I’m definitely not cured. While I’m thrilled to say that that for the third week in a row I have experienced no depression and no mania. I’m not…