It’s Three Days Until Christmas and I’m not Mental Yet

I am grateful. This time last year I was all kinds of crazy. Not the cute crazy that actually means frazzled-but-functional and Oh-Em-Gee I’m, like, SUPER BUSY crazy… I mean time for an… Read More →

Just go.

It’s the last day of Movember, and in classic Sara fashion, I’m getting this in at the very last possible minute. I won’t bother you with a long post. Day 30 of Movember… Read More →

Is the Cure Worse than the Crazies?

I am so damned tired of being on drugs. To be clear, I’m talking about FDA approved psychopharmaceuticals, not recreational drugs (makes them sound like something one takes to the cottage on vacation).… Read More →

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 →

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 →

Crazy Daycare

I was sent to a place that exists somewhere between the psych ward and the Outside World. Norms call it “Day Hospital”. They have snacks and basket weaving. There’s individual therapy, group therapy,… Read More →

Even (really popular) Cowgirls get the Blues

Just West of Crunchy is a blog I follow. Grounded, insightful, human, and loved by 6563 (that’s only Facebook & Twitter). A husband and wife team with what seems to be a tight… Read More →