I haven’t been writing lately. I’ve had a terrible last 6 weeks, culminating in a brief outpatient stay at a very good mental health facility. I hit rock bottom. I didn’t get out of bed for three days. My work has been suffering. This is very difficult for me to write about, as I’ve suffered from crippling depression all my life. It has been an exhausting journey and I finally sought the care I needed. I have not been “cured” though. Some days are a real effing battle and I just want to be happy.
It’s ironic that I chose the name for this blog before all this happened. Yes, I suffered through a terrible break-up that still hits me out of nowhere from time to time. Yesterday, Turkey Day, was particularly difficult. That’s why I restarted this blog, to deal with the breakup. But now I see that there’s a different message to convey — one where I want to be very frank (and don’t worry, I’ll still be funny) about and illness that is sometimes stigmatized and misunderstood. It’s hard to understand it when you’re not in the middle of it and believe me, I am insanely jealous of such people.
Stay tuned. The blog is back on. In fact, writing is one of the few things that keeps sane these days.