Category: Bipolar

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To the Harmon’s Check-Out Girl

You saw me when I walked by.  An almost-40 woman in a pink tie-dyed maxi skirt and a white peasant blouse. Layered, but not enough to keep off the October chill. A black brick purse cutting into one shoulder. Mouse-brown hair in straight lines down my shoulders and back. Perhaps you saw a look on my…
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“1 AM Night Terrors” or “My Brain Can Be Kind of a Dick”

As a part of my condition, I have nightmares. If you do a little online Interweb research, you’ll find that adults rarely have nightmares as compared to small children. In fact, the specific type of nightmares I have, night terrors, are only experienced by 6.4% children and 2.2% of adults. You have a better chance getting…
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The Not-So-Miserable

As many of you know, I grew up on stage. In fact, I was literally formed because of musical theater. That might be too much deep doctrine for you to handle, but it’s the truth. If it wasn’t for one very ill-fated (well-fated? We’ll never know for sure) production of The Magic Flute, it’s likely…
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Packaging

Here I am, as always, writing from the shadows. I am at the furthest edge of the darkest corner of the giant pond of talented storytellers. I have no distinguishing markings. I am not an adorable rainbow trout of a writer like Suzanne Collins or Chuck Wending. Even little kids can see one of them…
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Craving Adventure?

I was on Facebook this morning, which is actually quite rare for me now-a-days, and I saw a good friend’s status update. It simply read, “Craving adventure.” In my life, I have been the kind of person who would make this a permanent tattoo if given the choice. My whole life seems to be a…
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Fields of Dangerous Flowers

It isn’t fair to you to pretend that I’m not crazy.  Yes, many of you think I’m talking about the dancing in thrift stores and jumping up and down during board games.  No.  I am not talking about this.  I am talking about the debilitating disease of insanity that lurks around every dark corner of…
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Darkness

I went for a walk with my faithful dog, Turk, last night. It was late, about 9pm. The heat in Portland has been stifling over the past couple of days, and a walk through the cooling August air was just what I needed to bring my temperature down to semi-normal levels. As I was walking…
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Will the Real Willow Please Stand Up?

I am definitely intimidated by you, you sneaky dogs. Every time I have thought about writing a new post I have given myself the willies. It is a little intimidating to write for people I SO want to make laugh (and impress, obviously), but I just don’t have the kind of resources to do it…
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Being Crazy 101

One of the questions I never get asked is, “What is it like to be crazy?”  Well, I am going to try to explain it to you because I have a sneaking suspicion that is what everyone would LIKE to be asking me if they didn’t feel so self-conscious about it. Being crazy is like…
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