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”

VI. What’s the prize for running out on two roommates in two months?

I spent a week in the hospital. The lithium worked its magic and by the time I was released I was feeling quite a bit better, and also, as a result of the medication, thirsty all of the time. Lithium has never been a favorite of mine. The social workers at the hospital set meContinueContinue reading “VI. What’s the prize for running out on two roommates in two months?”

III. The Dean’s List and Hospitalization

I was feeling so profoundly dreadful that when the one thing I didn’t think could possibly happen, happened I was not only disheartened, it started eating away at my  belief that my situation was temporary. It started destroying my hope. A few weeks after I started the Prozac, I began to feel profoundly worse. IContinueContinue reading “III. The Dean’s List and Hospitalization”

Seriously? You’re going to fire me over that?

Earlier, I blogged about working for Greenpeace in high school. There was one thing I didn’t mention because in that long-ago time of 2008 I was embarrassed by this. Recently, though, I’ve had a change of heart about this particular aspect of working for Greenpeace and as I have a captive audience in you IContinueContinue reading “Seriously? You’re going to fire me over that?”