Snapshots of My Depression #12: Not the Best Man

This is one in a series of posts I’m calling “Snapshots of my Depression.” These are memories of times in my life when my mental illness manifested itself in one way or another. It's been a while since I posted one of these "Snapshots." I thought maybe it was time to dust off this series, … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #12: Not the Best Man

Snapshots of My Depression #11: Weather Report

First off, do NOT read this blog post unless you read yesterday's first. In this post, I explain the results of a game I played twenty years ago, and I want you to have the chance to play the game. In yesterday's post, I invite you to play the game yourself. So please, go back … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #11: Weather Report

A Conversation with “The Voice”

I was scrounging around in my computer's archives today, and I found this. It's a document I typed up at a coffee house, one afternoon about ten years ago. I had had a bad day. It seems I had done something wrong at St. Stephen's, where I was then working. I had made some sort of mistake, … Continue reading A Conversation with “The Voice”

Snapshots of My Depression #10: Standing Outside a Broken College House With My Walkman in My Hand

This is one in a series of posts I’m calling “Snapshots of my Depression.” These are memories of times in my life when my mental illness manifested itself in one way or another. The title of this post is a direct reference to a song entitled, "Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #10: Standing Outside a Broken College House With My Walkman in My Hand

Snapshot Extra: A Mother’s Perspective

In the "Snapshots of My Depression" series, I've shared vignettes from my childhood and adolescence when I experienced an episode of depression. Now that I've shared my hospitalization story, I've completed this part of the series. There are more snapshots to come, but these will be snapshots of my depression during my adult life. (I'm … Continue reading Snapshot Extra: A Mother’s Perspective

Snapshot Extra: A Believer’s Prayer

In my last post, I discussed my eleven days as a behavioral health patient at First Hospital Wyoming Valley, following my suicide attempt. While I was there, I wrote this poem. It was my way of trying to come to terms with my faith and my own life. "A Believer's Prayer" 11/23/1993 I have always … Continue reading Snapshot Extra: A Believer’s Prayer

Snapshots of My Depression #9: Eleven Days of Hope

So, following my suicide attempt at age seventeen, I spent eleven days at First Hospital Wyoming Valley, a behavioral health facility in Wilkes-Barre. For days, I've been trying to figure out how to tell the story of those eleven days. I really don't know how to put it into a clear narrative. I think the … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #9: Eleven Days of Hope

Snapshots of My Depression #8: On the Way to First Hospital

This is one in a series of posts I’m calling “Snapshots of my Depression.” These are memories of times in my life when my mental illness manifested itself in one way or another. This story starts where the last one ended. I was in the Student Health Center at Muhlenberg College, thinking that I had … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #8: On the Way to First Hospital

Snapshots of My Depression #7: The Final Cut (Part Two)

This is one in a series of posts I’m calling “Snapshots of my Depression.” These are memories of times in my life when my mental illness manifested itself in one way or another. In my last entry, I shared the story of my first suicide attempt. This is the story of my third, and final, … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #7: The Final Cut (Part Two)

Snapshots of My Depression #6: The Final Cut (Part One)

This is one in a series of posts I’m calling “Snapshots of my Depression.” These are memories of times in my life when my mental illness manifested itself in one way or another. In the early part of the 20th century, there was a trolley that ran from Hazleton to Wilkes-Barre. When I grew up … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #6: The Final Cut (Part One)