I wish that I could have posted earlier to speak with all you and keep updated…
But here I am.
After seven years of living abroad and three of those being very sick, I have returned to England to see how it goes here starting afresh again. I have been back for just over a week. Continue reading
Sleep eludes me tonight.
I have taken the appropriate doses of the appropriate pharmaceutical cocktails, to no avail. I know this feeling.
It is born of anxiety, of a tightening in the muscles at the back of my neck, and in my diaphragm, restricting my breathing. I have to pay special attention to the jaw muscles so they don’t get stuck, Heaven forfend. Continue reading
I have dealt with Bipolar Disorder for a very long time. I have dealt with many other things, some of them for much longer. But I have to say, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) has been the most confusing and difficult of everything thus far.
I’m not up to rehashing the causal incident for this right now. It’s buried in various posts from my personal blog, but I have to do some serious organization there. Continue reading