As y’all are probably aware, I am bi-polar. I still dislike saying that. I wonder if I’ll ever truly become comfortable with it. Who knows. Anyway, y’all are also probably aware that symptoms didn’t show up until after Greta was born. I probably had symptoms prior to that, but it’s hard to discern what is…
Highlights for these two weeks: 3×1 mile workout, a depression-low day, a FALL, cheering Nate on during the SAVE gravel ride, and seeing family for a 60th birthday celebration! Time mostly flies by, unless I remind myself that I still have 12 weeks to go in this pregnancy. I was reminded last week how lucky…
Last year at this point I was at my lowest low. I’ve chosen not to remember much of what went on; I’m sure my therapist has something to say about that coping mechanism. Sometimes a story might pop up here or there, but I usually don’t ask for memories – and honestly, my own memory…
About 2 weeks ago, things started to change ever so slightly. [Disclaimer: I thought about NOT posting, since I don’t want to be looked at as the “bi-polar” woman at work, when I coach, etc. But, wouldn’t that be contributing to the silence that surrounds mental health? My goal is to help “Break the Stigma”…