Category: Hypomania
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I Will Not Cry Now
To avoid feeling overwhelmed and hold back the tears due to loss, stress and worry, I’ve started delving into my ancestry online. My therapist reframed what I was doing as focusing, rather than avoidance. She thought it was healthy. Now that my father has passed away and my mother’s health has faltered, I’m really, really…
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Recovering from Hypomania
Recovering from hypomania and fatigue. Need to relax, slow down, and heal.
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Creative Writing Prompt: Rainstorm
I Prompt for first creative writing class: RAINSTORM Rainstorm The torrential rain kept her awake. She couldn’t sleep. Wasn’t rain supposed to be relaxing? What was it that disturbed her? Why could she not sleep? The rain didn’t lull her, it irritated her. Reminded her that all was not well. The hills may slide. The…
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2019 Goals
Christmas 2018 Christmas was both beautiful and bittersweet. We spent the holiday among snow covered ponderosa pines with close family, dearly missing our recently departed father. 2019 Goals Time for me to get up out of bed, take better care of myself, and accomplish some goals. Revising My Book As I’ve mentioned in my previous…
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Michael Pipich Guest Post: Are You Just Depressed or Is It the Onset of Bipolar Disorder?
This guest post hits close to home. For twenty-one years, from ages eighteen to thirty-nine, I was diagnosed with chronic depression (dysthymia). I’d tell doctors that I was at least cyclothymic, for I my over-productive workaholism led to cyclical depressive crashes. Finally, at thirty-nine years old, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. — Kitt Are…
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What I’ve Done Recently
Frustrated, Defeated and Hypomanic The weekend before last, I was frustrated, overwhelmed, feeling defeated, and mildly hypomanic. I felt like a failure as a mother, for I hadn’t been able to get my son to take his high school equivalency exams. Told that I make it too easy for him to stay in his bedroom…
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Hypomania aka Fried Brain
Those who know me well would hardly be surprised to hear (or read) that my mind is fried. Focused? Who me, focused? Nope. Instead, one project or comment gets me going in one direction, another in another direction. I end up juggling multiple projects, with my mind racing and jumping all over the place. So…
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I do not whisper. I ROAR.
Motherhood transformed me. My identity changed. Now it changes again. I have constantly reinvented myself over my lifetime. As a pre-med biochemistry major at UCLA, I was miserable and suicidal. Then I studied part-time at a community college, biding time to find my direction. Finding a niche as a legal studies major at UC Berkeley, I tried to…