Category Archives: Mental Health

Working on my Words

My plans are made. Waiting and ready to go out, I’m set. I have the clothes on I want to wear, I’ve prepped my friend and told her what time I would be meeting her, and I’m excited. But wait. A text from my husband. “I’m going to be late” Deep breath. This is when…

Dressing in Colour

“How was your day?” “Good, but everyone was so surprised to see me wearing white.” “That’s becauase all you wear is black… it’s depressing, you were always sad. Now you’re happy, bright, wearing colours, and talking.” He’s right. There’s been a shift. And it’s spilling over into something so small as my clothing. Where I…

The Face of PPD

There was a quiet in the room, one that deafened me each time I rocked her. I would shake my leg out of anxiety, rock back and forth, and pray for sleep to come so that I could place her down and walk away. Motherhood did not come easily. She was safe in her crib,…

Falling off of the Mental Illness Wagon

Last week the world got a little brighter, things were a lot crisper, and my energy was incredible. I was the funniest person you had ever met. My creativity was flowing, I had endless things to talk about, and was feeling social. I had also missed four days of one particular med and didn’t tell…

The Author is You

I’m in a good place right now. I had a lot of support and encouragement when I was at my worst. But, I will never forget the pain of PPD and Bipolar, the confusion brought on by suicidal ideation, the release you feel when you make a plan, the sadness and loneliness of depression, or…

Calling out the Crazy

The scarf fit around my neck snugly as I walked fast through the parking lot. I was certain I would be late but didn’t bother to leave any earlier than I normally would even though my appointment was half an hour earlier this time. I pulled the scarf up farther on my face and attempted to keep…

Here in the Silence

Quiet. So often in my past it meant I was running away from my anxiety, frustrations, anger, or a situation I couldn’t handle, and had given myself time away in quiet to re group. It meant I wasn’t coping well and needed to be left alone away from stimulations, loud noises, and conversation. I needed…

Skipping Through the Exit

The room was a dismal brown with 9 chairs lining the perimeter, and filling them were people like me, people needing help to fix their jumbled, confused, foggy minds. Minds filled with thoughts that got switched about, and skewed… a lot. I remembered the first time I had come to the building and walked through…

This is October

Before I begin let me start off by saying I adore all of my friends, online and off, who have had children, are expecting children, and are attempting to have children, but this isn’t about that. This is about something much deeper. This is about it being October. A month I used to love but…