Could home and the ocean save my body electric?

The change in the seasons has me edgy this year. I can feel an undercurrent running through me that has me looking for Whitman warning me to sing my body electric. I felt its thrill in a breeze that refused to die in a clinging summer’s finger tips just this…

How Regular Self-Care Will Keep You Sane

I’m on a new mission: Care for Wendy (ME!!) The idea of self-care never really presented itself to me. I always called it “me time,” but never really had a definition other than it was time I reserved for myself to read or watch TV or whatever. Then, several months…

Mothers and Bipolar: It’s as Easy as Love

“Yes, you are.” “No I’m not.” So the argument goes. I live the symptoms of my Bipolar Disorder everyday so I don’t need x-ray vision to see the same traits in another person. When that person or persons happens to share my DNA, it is even more obvious. Doesn’t quite seem…

Fight Club

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk came to mind recently along with its specific set of rules while I was talking with a friend about her sister’s battles with depression: #1 – The first rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about Fight Club. #2 – The second rule…

Anxiety’s Love Letter to Time

I live in a panic at times. My anxiety heightens at record pace.  I hide this from most of my friends and family, not wanting anyone to know — it’s easier that way.  The anxiety and panic attacks cripple me to the point where I don’t even want to leave…