To be, or not to be?

In 2011, after going 85 hours without sleep and the ensuing psychotic break, my parents started taking me to a mental health facility during the day. I did not like it. At all. My mind was fried, and I thought I was seeing things that didn’t exist. I couldn’t tell the patients from the therapists …

Good qualities

Well, I can’t sleep, so it looks like I might get two posts in tonight. Not sure why I’m not tired; oh, well. I’ve neglected my blog for a few weeks, so it’s nice to have some time to write, even if it is past my bedtime. Like I mentioned in my last post, a …

Next comic standing….?

I’ve been a member of Toastmasters for a little over a year. I’ve grown to thoroughly enjoy public speaking. I keep pushing myself to tackle different levels of speaking publicly. Almost a year ago, I volunteered to speak at my grandfather’s funeral. That was one of the most rewarding things I’ve done. It went well, …

Dr. Q

Almost eight years ago, I went 80 or so hours without sleep and had a psychotic break. I was diagnosed as bipolar and started going to an outpatient hospital (that’s the extremely truncated version—this post isn’t about that). I was assigned a psychiatrist. The guy was an asshole. I was technically an adult, but I …