I can live in a good laugh. I think that’s part of why I love you. You make laughs that are long enough to to get a little lost in. Thank you.
Today was bad. It’s a simple statement. I wish I could dissect it further or give some explanation for what happened. I don’t think that it began with today, but it it was one of those days where it comes close to ending…
I live in Berkeley. I am a mother. It’s a simple equation really. I am a Berkeley mom. We’re a thing, apparently. I had known about it on a low level, but something another mom said yesterday made me Google it. Apparently there…
If you’ve read any of my prior posts, then you understand how critical my friend Ted has been to this process and journey. His insights into his own mental peculiarities and treatments, his almost constant availability no matter how busy he might be,…
For the last months when recounting my depressions to friends, therapists, and the psychiatrist, I have consistently listed this current depression as being as bad as my worst ever other depression, the 1994-1995 graduate school drop out eventual move to the Bay Area depression. I…
As Sandy and I soaked in the hottub last night, I asked him how he felt about my sharing this struggle with so many folks, through the blog, through conversation, through numerous chat clients. Sandy is so private, and this story is both of ours.…