Blogging can affect both personal and social change. I started blogging because the thoughts and words in my mind simply had to get out. I hope this blog offers support, educates, and fights stigma against those living with mental illness.
The following essays, excerpts from my memoir soon to be published by Eliezer Tristan Publishing, recount my struggle with depression and bipolar disorder, the two decades it took to get a proper diagnosis, and how my journey has ultimately given me a sense of purpose.
- As a Child
- As a College Student
- As a Working Adult
- As a Mother
- How I Cope
- Successes, Hopes & Dreams
There is hope. Your life has purpose. Everyone deserves respect, love, kindness, and compassion.
More than Bipolar
As a perpetual and proud geek, I always liked going to school. My brown-nosing and hard work got me a bachelor’s degree in Legal Studies from UC Berkeley, a master’s degree in Psychology from New College of California (never heard of New College? well, it no longer exists and was never as prestigious as Berkeley), and twice I’ve attended Fuller Theological Seminary and twice I quit.
Though I’m a licensed Marriage and Family Therapist, I haven’t practiced in over twenty-five years. My varied career path has included working as a legal assistant, psychotherapist, and commercial real estate professional. Clearly, I haven’t stuck to one thing for very long. If you take a look at my LinkedIn profile, you’ll see that I was a job-hopper, shooting high, rapidly rising, then crashing and burning, over and over — fairly typical of someone with bipolar disorder type II.