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DiD and Moving
I've recently moved states, as in, yesterday. It can be difficult for someone with Dissociative Identity Disorder to make large changes. I get agitated and confused. I've lost all sense of where on Earth I am. As I create new memories and become acquainted with new...
My Marriage Isn’t Fair
There is a lot of talk about marriage. Books outline how to have good ones. Articles sum up everything that is wrong and right about the entire "institution". Workshops are filled with people trying to find better ways to be married. Counselor offices are...
Me and My #Selfie
Mental Illness lives in a constant tension between wanting to be seen for its reality and wanting to hide because it can camouflage itself in a way other diseases can’t. We have to be willing to show each other what we look like at our worst if we ever want to live in a world where we can be our best.
Off the Wagon
Not blogging was weird. I did write a blog, but it deleted itself somehow. I should say that going a week without posting a blog was weird. There has been a deluge of poor things happening in my life. I wish that I could explain and be one of those people who writes...
Depression and the Defrost Button
Cathy-strophic Failure
How do we recover from failed attempts? How do we rebound against waves of the unsuccessful? How to we occupy the space between giving up on one thing and moving on to another? Certainly, there should be time to grieve. But in a world that keeps telling us to not look...
Hang In There, Baby
Staring at the screen of this computer someone is lending me indefinitely, trying to write a post for the new website another friend made me, in a bed that someone else gave me, in a house that Doug and I are welcome to stay in rent-free, I can't help but be grateful....
The Holiday Funk
The holidays are my husband's favorite time of year. He loves decorating, shopping for gifts, wrapping presents, and seeing people's faces when they open what he's gotten them. He loves Christmas trees, Advent calendars, Christmas stories, claymation specials; any...
The Long Road of Grief: Jim and Jean
I used to believe that grief could be measured. That the amount of sorrow you should feel about something was some how dispensed to you and that you got less the further away you were from the epicenter of tragedy. The flaw in that system is that grief...
Us and Them: The Giant Myth
A couple years ago I read this great article in Christianity Today about how after quite a few surveys they discovered something about Christians. Despite popularly held belief, people outside the faith typically liked Christians. They thought that they were usually...