The hardest part of today was getting in the elevator. ECT is administered in the same building where I was hospitalized during my first manic episode. As I pressed the down button, I could faintly see a group gathering in the cafeteria down the hall, getting ready to eat their breakfast. I remembered the first…
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Are We There Yet?
I’ve finally reached the halfway mark of my walks. Fifty miles have come and gone, though it took them a lot longer than I thought it would. In the spring I thought that finishing this walking challenge would barely be challenging. After all, in the first month alone, I racked up 24 miles and wrote…
Read MoreThe Ghost of Halloween Past
On Halloween, Matt stayed behind during Bailey’s nap so that I could take a walk by myself. It was a crisp fall day and I spent too much time trying to take pictures that properly captured the beauty of the light coming through the leaves. Halloween has long been a favorite holiday of mine and…
Read MoreTime Before Time
This week, I talked to Erica while I walked. Erica and I used to work together, and first got to know each other by taking walks along the river outside our office, whenever either of us needed a mental break from the frenzied pace of the day. I can’t believe that it’s been almost a…
Read MoreWhistle While You Walk
Between the heat, the rain, a busy schedule and some lingering depression, I haven’t been making as much time for walking this summer as I wanted to. But a few weeks ago our neighborhood restaurant had a special that looked particularly tasty, so Matt suggested that we check it out. When he mentioned that we…
Read MoreAn Attitude of Gratitude
The last time I wrote, I reflected that a bad day doesn’t have to turn into a bad week. But sometimes it does. And sometimes one bad week turns into another. I’ve been having a tough time lately, and I wish I had a more insightful or eloquent way of saying that. But one of…
Read MorePostpartum Psychosis Awareness Day
(CW: This post is mostly to make non-survivors aware of some of the worst-case scenarios that can happen from PPP. If you are a survivor and find talking about those scenarios triggering, this may not be the post for you). This morning’s walk was just me and my baby. Some days, it’s easy to take…
Read MoreI’m Not Like Regular Moms, I’m a Dog Mom
Earlier this week, I had the pleasure of walking via phone with Claire- an old friend. I say old because we met in college, but also because we are old now. She admitted this on our walk, in the context of the sentence: “I am so excited about my new mattress! Seriously… we are old.”…
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