My dog’s name is Dez. He is a rescue dog, and when I adopted him he had a broken front leg that had healed on it’s own. His other front leg is bow-legged. When he lies down, the negative space between his paws makes a heart. He walks and runs just fine, and the vet said he probably won’t need surgery. He is a happy little pup!
When I adopted Dez, I was a week away from my worst depression ever. That was four years ago, and in the month of November, when I was having suicidal ideation. My second worst depression was in an October, three years ago, and I ended up resigning my position as a teacher at a time when my mood was very low. So as I head into fall, I am focusing on self care, as this seems to be a difficult time for me. I am on different medications now, and they seem to be working very well over the last few years, so I am trying to enjoy this fall but still remain vigilant and watch for signs of mood swings. Bipolar really does require daily maintenance.
The loved one in my life who was homeless went into a walk in emergency clinic because he had poison ivy. He was telling the doctor his tale of woe, and it was quite apparent that he was in need of mental health care, so they arranged for him to stay at a mental health facility. He has been taking his medication as prescribed, and has entered a ninety day rehab program. I am hopeful that he is on the road to recovery that has lasting change.
Work is still stressful, so I am spending my weekend relaxing in my back yard, enjoying the garden with my husband and Dez. I am so fortunate to have supportive friends, family, and a happy pup to spend my time with.
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Moody Paper 
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