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Hello! I'm a writer from central New York who has bipolar disorder. Among other topics, I write about mental illness and writing. I have short stories published in Lynx Eye, Lost Coast Review, The Outrider Review, Sliver of Stone Magazine, The Mondegreen, The Linnet's Wings, Cobalt Review, Breath & Shadow, The Round Up, Postscripts to Darkness, Masque & Spectacle, and several other journals. I have a poem in The Poeming Pigeon, essays about mental illness in The Ram Boutique and Amygdala Literary Magazine, and an essay in Parts Unbound: Narratives of Mental Illness & Health, a book that was published by Lime Hawk Literary Arts Collective. My story "Santa Lucia" was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. I've written three novels entitled Purple Loosestrife, Hoping It Might Be So, and Dark and Bright, all of which are as yet unpublished. I'm working on a memoir about my experiences with bipolar disorder. I have a B.A. in English from SUNY Buffalo and an M.A. in English from SUNY College at Brockport. I hope you enjoy your visit to my blog!

Friday, June 13, 2014

Getting Up When Down...

Bipolar disorder can be so unpredictable. Sometimes I'll feel down for no reason at all, and it will come on with no warning and (hopefully) leave as quickly as it came on. Feeling down is different from depression, even mild depression. It's just a feeling of sadness that I can't shake, and it comes with a bit of fatigue and lethargy.

So I've felt this way today--mostly this afternoon. I wrote for a while and that helped. I actually worked on my memoir, Violets Are Blue: A Memoir of My Bipolar Life, and surprisingly this lifted me up a bit. (It comes as a surprise because I was working on some darker stuff.)

Something else that lifts me up is looking at photos, especially old photos. I love to look at my son's baby book, for example. And I have a few pictures that I've put here that cheer me. One is from 1981 and is of me in the Fairport Historical Society fashion show in Fairport, New York. We wore actual vintage dresses that the historical society had. The one I'm wearing was from the 1920s.

The other picture is of me and my sister when we were very young. This picture strikes me as especially appropriate for the present day because my sister is a professional genealogist. She runs a business called Family Sherlock. So to look at us in the late 1960s and to think of all the ancestors who brought us to be in that moment excites me.

So anyhow, I'll keep chugging along... the little engine that could... and finding a way up from down. I can do it. I already feel better just having written this blog post and having shared my feelings.

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