Courage, My Love…

Human in Recovery, being the wicked-cool bloggess she is, started the Courageous Confessionals Blog Award. It’s an effort to recognize someone who is “on a personal journey of healing, wholeness, and community through sharing your… Read More →

Hire me, I’m crazy.

Like many people, I get paid to do stuff. I wish I got paid to do nothing, like Paris Hilton, or a Montreal Police Officer, but until that dream comes true, I gotta… Read More →

Brain Rot

Sometimes, folks, the cure is as bad as the condition. I’m taking a buttload of Lamictal (often used to treat Bipolar II) which has considerably evened me out. No more super-productive, spastic, soaring highs (which I… Read More →

Crazy Daycare II

I’m done. They let me loose. Graduated Stigma cum Loud. Now I have to DO SOMETHING. Get work, or apply for financial assistance, or start a counterfeit operation. Gotta find a hobby. Gotta leave the… Read More →

Persistent Patienthood and the Big Bad Pharma

I’m on drugs, and not the fun ones. My goal is to kick the habit one day, but unlike addiction to illegal drugs, my dependence is strongly encouraged, enabled, and even compounded by… Read More →

On fatherhood [and motherhood]

I am the wife in the post, “On fatherhood”*. I thought that kids probably weren’t for me, since I suspected I would not fare well with snot, barf, tantrums, crying, whining, sleeplessness, financial… Read More →