Our Stories

Writing this blog has been a tremendous experience for me. I've found an outlet to process and express complex and evolving feelings and I've been touched beyond expression by the response from friends, colleagues, and strangers who emphathize and sympathize with the comments I post here.

As I've received positive feedback about my writing, I've started to think about other projects. There is a whole genre of topics that I can't write about in this forum, particularly related to relationships, that I could share in other formats: short stories, newspaper articles, maybe a book. Why not spend more time writing, both improving my craft and building something worth sharing more broadly? Last week, I remembered why not.

I Can't Read

FIRST, some boring housekeeping matters:

1) I'm not sure if my RSS feed works, but I know that if you subscribe via email, you'll get an email everytime I post. So I encourage you to do that if you want to follow me - it's quick, easy, and unobstrusive.
2) I appreciate the comments, emails, etc. that both help me improve the blog and motivate me to continue writing - so if you read and appreciate this effort I'd love to hear from you.

One of the themes I've noticed as I look back over my blog is acceptance. How and when does one accept, and even embrace, her mental illness? When is acceptance giving up and when is it the ultimate victory? When is it a crucial step in recovery and when is it a paralyzing blow?
I've been thinking about a simple question: If I could go back in time and undo my bipolar disorder, would I?