Musings of a Bipolar Twisted Pretzel. Hi fellow bipolar sufferers,. I apologize for the lag between my last post and this one. You know how things go. East Mind, West Mind.

Tales from the Emergency Room and Beyond. The world of medicine is like a bubble. So here is my semi-anonymous blog, here to tell you what really goes on in the life of a medical resident. Thursday, September 17, 2015. Monday, June 06, 2011. Testing, Testing, 1,2,3.

Friday, 18 June 2010. Pottery, cream tea and a walk through the park. Yes, it is a tad uneven. But it was made in my first session and entirely freehand without planning or templates or anything. If I were to make another I would make a template to get it all even and perfect.

Overwhelment, unseen and unheard, consumes. My knees are weak, gasping breaths. My self-worth dimmed to the flame of a candle. Are you the jigsaw piece fitting into place? Frozen days and shattered knights. The board is no longer familiar. Sixty-four squares and the royalty is no longer. These tears are the tears.

Sharing the ideas, actions, activities that inspire me, help me cope, survive, and sometimes thrive, in a life all too negatively impacted and coloured by my chronic struggle with Treatment Resistant Major Depressive Disorder. Saturday, November 28, 2009. I was extolling the value of singing lessons. I understand exactly what she means by breathing problems because I have very similar symptoms myself. Next, envision the air you bre.

Previously a mental medic, although the mentalness does seem to have passed for the majority of the time, as long as I keep taking the tablets! This blog does not reflect the views of the NHS and all patient details have been changed to protect confidentiality. Thursday, October 11, 2007. This insatiable appetite for ac.

One New Brain Please? Learning to Live with Bipolar II at 45. I had to take a break from writing. Oh, I want the strength to ignore this black cloud in my brain and move on with my life. Why have I become so weak? August 23, 2010.

Tales of a Crazy Psychology Major. Now in Graduate Student Edition! March 20, 2015. Comments 2 Comments on Dear W. I hope you win and can help make some changes in the policies at Princeton.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010. Waste not, want not. I must have been about 5 years old when I threw a fit at the grocery store for chocolate ice cream. My mother firmly told me no. We had ice cream at home, and she was not going to buy any more ice cream until it was finished. Waste not the strawberry ice cream; never ever want it again.