Feed on
Posts
Comments

Category Archive for 'mom'

She doesn’t get why the girl who’s been shar­ing the seat gives her a glare when she gets off the bus– at least not until the girl– pretty in a red and pur­ple vin­tage style wrap dress, zaftig though more so than Mad Men’s Christina Hen­dricks– says to the friend who’d been stand­ing next to […]

Read Full Post »

The limits of elasticity

It’s funny—she’s so used, in a way, to the feel­ings of sad­ness, depres­sion, lone­li­ness– all the other emo­tions that go along with her manic depres­sion that all of the— the bleak­ness —some­times despair and siren, clichéd thoughts of that final dark­ness. Most days she doesn’t think of them much, at least when the meds […]

Read Full Post »

There’s nothing to forgive

You were 33 when you had me and tried for long years to do so because I was wanted– that’s what you said in the red leather-gilt jour­nal you gave me.  I read it once all the way through, have read it a few times since then, haven’t read it much recently, and maybe it’s time.
You […]

Read Full Post »

Sort of.
My mother called yes­ter­day evening, and with the caller ID on our new hand­sets (my mother-in-law’s old phone, help­ing me screen calls) I saw it was her.  I took the call.
This is a big thing for me, caller ID.  When I’m espe­cially crazy (as opposed to my base­line func­tional crazy), I hate the phone.  I […]

Read Full Post »

I haven’t spo­ken to my mother since the day before Easter.  The story doesn’t need to be rehashed at this point.  Suf­fice it to say, that in the midst of a con­ver­sa­tion in which I was try­ing to con­vince her that two hos­pi­tal­iz­able manic episodes in two years meant she should really take bet­ter care […]

Read Full Post »

Today’s post, Try, try again is up at Real Men­tal.  Here’s the pho­to­graph that started the rumination:

Read Full Post »

That tell­tale lump in the throat” is up at RealMental.

Read Full Post »

This week’s Real Mental post

This week’s post, “Sore Spot,” is up at RealMental.

Read Full Post »

Today is Maundy Thurs­day, the day on which Jesus’ Last Sup­per falls. I am still strug­gling with my lit­eral faith ver­sus my belief in the metaphors, my sup­port of the scrip­ture if not the insti­tu­tions, but one of the best parts of Easter, for me, is what hap­pens before the Last Sup­per. As […]

Read Full Post »

Wobbly weepy

I dis­con­tin­ued my Effexor Fri­day and started my (hope­fully final) 1500 mg. level of lithium dos­ing. No nau­sea side effects, but like clock­work I’ve started feel­ing weepy and volatile and shaky. Yes­ter­day it was argu­ing with the trans­porta­tion chief, the inpa­tient social worker, and finally, the head of social ser­vices at the hospital […]

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »