Moody Paper

Category: bipolar

  • Medication Merry-Go-Round

    My psychiatrist got my labs back, and my glucose numbers were too high- I am four points away from being diabetic.  So I had to change meds.  This is my third day on the new medication, and I feel tired and a little bit like a zombie. In the midst of the zombie feeling I…

  • Telling Your Boss You’re Bipolar – Part II

    In my previous post I wrote about a positive experience I had when telling my boss that I was bipolar.  At the time I wasn’t experiencing mood swings and my purpose for disclosing my mental illness was to be of help to a teacher.  Today I wanted to talk about a time I told a…

  • Telling Your Boss You’re Bipolar – Part I

    “And what do you want to have happen by telling me you have bipolar?” This was the question I received from an employer after explaining to her that I had bipolar.  I am not telling you my story to provide an example of the best way to convey to someone that you have needs as…

  • Love More

    Love More, South Lamar, Austin, TX.  

  • Streets of Austin

    SoCo, Austin, Texas. March, 2016 My thinking went like this:  If work is crazy, and I am crazy, it’s time to do something crazy to get close to normal.  Influences including Edge of Humanity , Greg Davis and hypomania collided, and I decided to rent a studio to paint and play with street photography.  If you’re coming to Austin for…

  • Last Call for Hallucinations

    Wow, I’ve been away so long on an exciting vacation! Not really, I just got a job, saw some hippos swimming and listened to a woman in Victorian garb giving me one word answers.  One of those was a hallucination. I fell asleep on the sofa and awoke to a woman in Victorian clothing, content…

  • voices in my head

    I still don’t understand exactly what the voices in my head are. I only hear them a few times a year when I’m under extreme stress, and usually when I’m exhausted. I’m aware they are coming from inside of me, but they are never the sound of my own voice. Recently, in search of answers…

  • Strangers Like Me

    I climb the steps of a shuttle to take me to the airport. The doors close behind me and off we go. I’m not one to talk to strangers first unless I’m manic, and I was not. Not at all. When a man about my age in a business suit commented “interesting shoes,” I was…

  • Fight Like an Artist

    My art was having a mid-life crisis and dragging me along with it, but we are both back. I cannot wait to get to my studio each day. I’ve also been away due to my most comedic bipolar episode ever. Well, I can laugh now, and I’ll post about it soon. For now, click on…