Sonya Schryer Norris

Me? Cage Fighter, Oh Yeah

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First World Problem of the Day: Cable Out

Crisis. My First World Problem of today is that my smart TVs (yes, I said “TVs”. I am over-privileged and unrelateable and we like nice sh*t. deal.) haven’t been streaming Netflix for a couple of weeks. This interfered with two fundamentally enjoyable things: Hubby and I finishing Breaking Bad on Netflix, and me falling asleepContinueContinue reading “First World Problem of the Day: Cable Out”

The Nuance of Socks

While I’m still very interested in blogging about mental health, I gotta take a break. An important break. A break to talk about socks. My socks. See, this weekend I am doing a full wardrobe eval. Three hours ago it started as a simple attempt to divvy up the contents of my dresser into: KeepContinueContinue reading “The Nuance of Socks”

XII: Two Years Riding the Middle

Sometimes, medication works very, very well. I spent several years on a wonder drug called Risperdal. It’s just an atypical anti-psychotic but as far as I’m concerned it’s heaven. For someone who frequently goes through periods where they live moment in and moment out in a state of emotional turmoil, the calm that Risperdal bringsContinueContinue reading “XII: Two Years Riding the Middle”

X. SMART Therapy

I’ve had well-meaning people tell me that my therapy should be short-term and have SMART (specific, measurable, attainable, relevant and time-bound) objectives. Let me assure you, all therapy is closely reviewed by insurance companies and every session is carefully monitored for just that type of progress. But seriously? It’s not that simple. I’ve now beenContinueContinue reading “X. SMART Therapy”

IX. Miserable moment

At about the one year mark of living with my mom I decided to move out, get a full-time job, and rent a room. I think it lasted one night. I lay shaking with anxiety and fear in my rented bed and the next day called my mom and said I wanted to come home.ContinueContinue reading “IX. Miserable moment”

VII. Two years at the bottom of the barrel

I was still covered under my mother’s insurance plan but she was paying for my therapy out of pocket and my medications weren’t covered at all. They literally ran into the thousands each month. I came back to my mother’s home with a serious debt load from my manic shopping spree and my mother wasContinueContinue reading “VII. Two years at the bottom of the barrel”