It has been two years (today) since I published my first post on Terminally Intelligent! You guys have been with me through a lot of shit. Ups, downs, lateral shifts, and hospitalizations have all made it on the list. I just want to say thanks. Also, I want to say that I’m proud of you.
There are so many references out there, anyone should be able to understand the basics of Bipolar Disorder. The problem is finding quality resources, especially in formats that are easy to share. If you are looking for a way to understand yourself (or a loved one) better, try grabbing one of these books. They are
Dude. This snow bullshit has got to stop. I don’t like ice, Sam-I-Am. Too many bad memories. When I was a teenager, I had to take an electric chainsaw, with a 120 ft. extension cord, out into the snow, and cut logs down for fuel. Every couple of winters, my parents might buy a rick
It has been about nine months since I started working outside the house again. I’m re-learning some things about myself. The biggest thing I’m struggling with right now is how to invest my emotions. When I work from home, I don’t interact with many people. At least, I don’t see them in person very often.
If you weren’t paying attention to the rest of the world last night, here’s your heads-up: Hanukkah started at sundown last night. Enjoy this festive picture of menorah doggies.
There are so many reasons to have a support group. Friends, neighbors, spiritual leaders, gaming groups, you name it, having people in your life will mean you have more life (to a point). Even if you have a small number of friends, never fear reaching out to someone new. It is always possible to connect
Every once in a while, I like coming across something that makes me cry. It’s a special feeling when something touches me deeply enough to let me drop my guard in that way. My friend Zooey pointed a video out, and it made me cry. A YouTuber shared a video of himself giving homeless people
I have been working multiple jobs outside of the house for a while now. Between getting married, revitalizing my career, and educating myself, I have a busy life right now. Additionally, I’m writing on my websites and books. It all seems like it’s a little too much sometimes. Then I remember why I’m doing it
I guess my mind must be on Dirk lately, because I keep replaying a scene from my childhood. The Cistern Event was something I’ll never forget. In the winter of 2001, my parents decided to become squatters, rather than spend their money on rent. We moved into an abandoned home five miles outside of
Many of us have faced this problem: Will it even make a difference in the world if I die? Would it be a net loss for the world? If I commit suicide, will I be missed? I’ve had this internal conversation more times than I can count. In the end, each time I came back
