Hyperbole and a Half is a blog by Allie. She is an amazing person, who deals with her Depression battles by drawing them out. This blog, like Catharsis, doesn’t get updated much. I think it’s been about a year and a half. However, as an archive, it’s pretty inspirational, and most of her content is
Some of you might know that I have the word “Catharsis” tattooed on my body. There is some very real inspiration there. The web-comic Catharsis, now only available in archives, is that inspiration. J. Boeke is an amazing artist, whose skill only gets better over time. In her personal-blog-style web comic, she has everyday adventures
The MisAdventures of a Bipolar Girl is a Facebook blog/group/page/thing that is, in and of itself, a support group. Some of the things she does include posting birthday wishes to her followers every week, in a unique birthday “card,” and posting fun, sometimes provocative pictures and comics to get your mind going. However, my favorite
Jenny Lawson (no, not my Jenny) is an awesome person. (So is my Jenny.) I’ve been reading through her archives because, well, sometimes you miss something awesome on a good blog. And sure enough, I had. The post is here: it-comes-around-and-around. The thing that struck me about her post is her ability to not force
This week, I will be out of the area. I’m going camping! YAY!!!11!!! So, I will be featuring seven of my favorite blogs for you all to enjoy. This is the first: Stuff They Say To Depressed People.
Yesterday was an awesome day for me, if slightly worrisome. First of all, I was contacted by my physician, who let me know that my screening for Significant Mental Illness (SMI) results were in. I’m officially nutters. 🙂 But of course, you all knew that. This is a great relief to me, because it means
There are so many logical things to fear. Death, illness, loss. But why do I fear some of the most basic human things? Let me be clear. I don’t think I have cancer all the time. I don’t (usually) jump at small sounds. No, I’m terrified of appearing normal. I am mortified at the thought
My memory is shot. I am having a terrible time remembering anything, including my meds, my routine, and where I put my mandolin (it’s not like it’s hiding under a shoe!). I’m getting a bit frustrated with all of this, because it means I am also forgetting to post! Please bear with me while I
There are days when I wish I could just shove this picture into people’s faces, and run away. It would be fun to see their reactions.
Last night, I was able to go advocate for a friend. Another member of the support group took her to the hospital, and I stayed with her until she was admitted. It was quite the wait, and I slept in (oops!) but it was totally worth it. I can’t stress enough how important satellite support
