Because You Knew It Wouldn’t Be Long. . .

RubyToday, simply go forth and caption for Canvas.  I love this one:  Blogroll Contest – Rollergiraffe’s Thought Bubble Challenge, and I hope that you will as well.  Show us your love!  Well, more of it.  😉 Continue reading

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Support Is The Name Of The Game

RubySo.  If you have been around Canvas-land these past few days, you undoubtedly know that we have become involved – nay, embroiled – in something very much out of the ordinary for our blog.  Our big old Canvas Family hat (which has to be pretty unique to fit all of our different heads together) has been thrown into the ring to fight for a spot on the Blogroll of Eric, the alter ego of Le Clown over at A Clown On Fire.  Wait, wait. . .  Please don’t stop reading and walk away.

I know this may seem like a bit of fun and frivolity, not the kind of thing that should be taking up your time when you visit this site. Continue reading

Another Um. . . Atypical Post

RubyI know you look to us for the best in mental health, but I hope you will support us these next few days as we write slightly divergent posts as needed.  We’re still working for a spot on the blogroll of A Clown On Fire, which really actually does matter.  His reader base is huge, and we could get some major exposure for this wonderful project.

Today’s challenge is to create a Mad Lib using the template Madame Weebles has laid out, and all of our authors can play, plus readers/fellow bloggers can play for Canvas, if you are so inclined. Continue reading

Disorder and Love: What We Do and Don’t Know

Lulu new“Just because somebody doesn’t love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don’t love you with everything they got” –Author Unknown

Mental health disorders have a way of putting blinders on a person.  I have to say, there are a lot of things in this world that I miss.  Whether it’s because I’m wrapped up in my own head, or I have one of the different shades of the multiple pairs of glasses I don on, I know that my own perceptions are often distorted.  In short, I miss things.  Sometimes, I miss very important things. Continue reading

He ain’t heavy, he’s Bipolar

8064_496679147024768_811360542_nReflecting as I pen my thoughts, I am still uncertain as to whether I am comfortable with the word “burden” as I think it certainly does not describe our (my life partner and I) bipolar disorder/mental illness. Burden to me implies that there is one person doing all the work in a relationship with a weighty imbalance of disproportion. It also implies negativity, resentment and regret on one person’s behalf.

It never crossed my mind when my husband was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder a few years ago that he together with his newly found diagnosis was or could possibly be considered a “burden”. Continue reading

Not Your Usual Serving Of Canvas

RubyLadies and gentlemen, there is a Blogroll Contest going on over at A Clown On Fire.  Why am I mentioning it?  Because I have just put in a bid for Canvas to be a part of the blogroll, and you can help make that happen.

The results are dependent, you see, on reader comments, most specifically, writing “Like” under the comment I made.  You’ll find it because a) It’s probably one of the longest; and b) A thumbnail sized version of this is beside it: Continue reading

A Pictorial History of My Bipolar Meds

DeeDee newMedications are a major part of managing many mental illnesses, but something the general population has a hard time understanding. I’m not even talking about the issues of stigma, accepting “meds for life”, or side effects. I’m just talking about the process of finding the right cocktail to function as normally as possible. It’s hard to grasp without a good example, so here’s the history of my meds over the last two years (keeping in mind that I’ve been on psych meds for over 20 years!) Continue reading

Seeking Professional Help: A Personal Journey

PazAt what point do you say to yourself, “I need help”? And how many times do you say it before you actually reach out? Do you wait to hang by a single thread? Or do you wait for that last thread to start tearing before someone else tells you to grab on for dear life because you’ll end up at the bottom, dead?

Well, we’ll all end up as putrid corpses. One day the braided threads of our lives, as we know them now, will unravel. But you get my drift. Continue reading