I have been humbled by this mood disorder I live with. I figured That I had the upper hand for a long time. More than a decade. Guess I was wrong. I began this blog coincidentally – or not, hypomania sees no limitations – just as I was heading for a serious breakdown. As I recovered much of my focus revolved around mental health, adding my voice of experience to the chorus, for whatever it may be worth.
I realize that I cannot be so easily defined. Over the years I have addressed many issues around identity, relationships and personal values that I believe allowed me to live with significant stability. I survived my children’s teenage years as a single parent. I also built a rewarding career in my 40s that I loved.
The breakdown is a setback, but it is also a chance to take stock and reassess values and goals. Maybe a chance to open new doors.
In the meantime, I have always been a voracious reader and some of the books I read I talk about on this blog. Reading and writing are both very therapeutic tools. And the more I write about books, the better I feel. Thus the blog has evolved.