13 August 2017

Out of the Darkness with Tara

Tara and I met five years ago, but we knew one another long before that. We knew one another on a soul level. You know what I mean? People exist in the world who are your soul friends. Eventually, you’ll meet them face to face. The whole time, you’re souls are already connected. Right after I met Tara, I moved about three and a half hours away. Didn’t matter. Not one little bit. Tara was in my life and that was that. Soul friends don’t drift apart.

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19 January 2017

The (Not So) New Diagnosis

   The first time I heard the words Bipolar Disorder was back in 1996 when I sought treatment from a therapist in Mobile, Alabama. I was convinced I was legit wackadoodle (not an official mental health term, but one I find endearing) on account of some character flaw or maybe I was cursed or maybe it was my lousy, no good childhood. I didn’t know why. I only knew I needed help. Everything bad and terrible about my past was firmly planted in my present which made for a decidedly messy future.  Continue reading

1 January 2017

My 2017 Bullet Journal

my bullet journal
   I’ve always kept a journal. And a spiral bound planner. And a notebook just for daily to do lists. Oh, and if I have a special project going on, I have a notebook for that as well. The chaos of keeping three to four books going at all times was causing tons of confusion. I had no way of knowing what was where inside each book. I couldn’t carry all those books with me all the time. My kids tried to show me how to use my phone for everything, but no. I have to write things down. That’s the way I old school roll.

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7 November 2016

Don’t Let It Happen Again

 It’s now or never, friends. I wanted to share this after the last Presidential debate, but honestly, I was too scared to do it. What will they think? What will they say? Some of them will run away and never read another word I write. I don’t talk politics on my blog! I’m ashamed I was scared because of those reasons, but that’s the truth. Well, y’all. I have to write this before it’s too late.

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6 November 2016

How to Manage Your Personal Facebook Page

The past couple of weeks have left many of us wondering why we even use Facebook. We question why some people are on our friends’ list. We’re looking to give and receive love and support, but damn. It’s rough in Facebook Land. Here’s my rule about my personal Facebook page: I don’t want anything going on in that space that I wouldn’t have going on in my own living room. I wouldn’t let anyone invade my real life space in the way people try to invade my personal Facebook page.

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4 November 2016

Mental Health Care Management Part One: Journaling {{{video!}}}

Hi, friends! This is the first in a series of videos about mental health care management. Who better to explore it with you than the lady with the Crazies down South Georgia way, right? I truly believe there is a power in sharing, so I encourage you to contact me with strategies you may use or want to explore in future videos. I chose journaling first on accounta it’s my number one go-to for managing my own mental health. I hope this helps you, sisters and brothers. We’re stronger when we’re together. We’re stronger when we speak out, reach out, and help one another. Big love from Lil’ Nashvegas, B.

13 October 2016

The Truth

This isn’t what I planned on writing today. I was gonna finally sit down and explain that whole “shoo fly” positivism, finally articulate the moment it all clicked. I’m still gonna do that, but there’s more here. Something relevant. Something worthy of note. First, lemme tell y’all about what happened last week when I was just going to the utility room, just going to get a Diet Coke out of the refrigerator we keep stocked with drinks. Look, we don’t keep our drink fridge on the carport anymore. We’re gettin’ a little uppity like that.

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23 September 2016

Honesty Is the Best Policy

 I arrived at my psychiatrist’s appointment last Tuesday. I’d already ran through how this appointment was gonna play out in my head. Now, this is the psychiatrist I started seein’ after I went through a terrible, no good, prolonged depressive episode last April on accounta… well… on accounta that’s what happened. Everyone says this new psychiatrist is brilliant, a genius! When I say everybody, I mean, everydamnbody. My family doctor, every therapist I know, the girl at the check out, my neighbor… everybody thinks the new guy is the shiz. But he took no guff from me the last time I saw him and I already knew he wanted me to stop taking a medication I thought I couldn’t do without, so yeah, I was ready for him. This made up conversation in my head went something like this.
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