Dear me at 16

Thanks to a prompt from a trusty random subject generator, I’ve decided to write a letter to my 16-year-old self. Let’s see what happens. I’ve been wrestling with this post for the better part of a week, and I just cannot get it going. So, I’m going to try to write it in stream-of-consciousness. Just …

Choosing bravery

I am not a daring person. I am scared of most things, and wary of everything else. I have friends who skydive and voluntarily engage in other adrenaline-inducing adventures. Not me. I avoid adrenaline at all costs. Since I do not enjoy leaving the house after five o’clock in the evening, this is easily achievable. …

Bipolar birthday

This week marks the seventh anniversary of my bipolar diagnosis. I consider August 21st my bipolar birthday because it is the first night I went without sleep, which caused the storm that followed. (You can find a more detailed account of that story here.) Some people find it odd that I celebrate my bipolar birthday, …