It might also be good to do an Amber Alert or a televised fundraiser when you find that you’ve lost not your physical ability to speak, just your will to make the process work. The air still seems to reliably comes out of the lungs, through the trachea and into the trusty larynx. Unless you really DO get stricken with laryngitis at that very moment, your vocal folds will vibrate, holding the air hostage (don’t worry, negotiations are always quick) and then releasing it into the pharynx. Each little breath is like the seedling of a sound wave. Finally, this air, that has been traveling all the way from your lungs, and was even briefly kidnapped along the way, shakes off its PTSD from the arduous journey and it leaves your mouth as the sound of your beautiful, musical voice (unless you’re from Queens, no offense). 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