Fifty-Five

Way back in post Thirty-Four, I talked about the Fibonacci sequence of numbers, the series that begins: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, ... After the first two 1's, the rest of the series is determined by simply adding the previous two numbers in the series. It goes on forever. Well, … Continue reading Fifty-Five

Nineteen

So in a way, today's post is a sequel to yesterday's. You'd think it would take place right after it. Yesterday's post was about the year I was eighteen, so you'd think this one would be about when I was nineteen. Well, it sort of is. But most of the action took place long before I … Continue reading Nineteen

Helpful Bleeding

I bled twice today, and both times it hurt a lot less than I expected. My first bloodletting was by the hands of a phlebotomist, real honest-to-God, literal bloodletting. Well, a vial of blood was taken from my arm for the purposes of medical testing. I guess it's not actually literal bloodletting. I saw my … Continue reading Helpful Bleeding

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

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)

Snapshots of My Depression #5: The Poem in the Wallet

A big part of my depression has always involved a feeling that I was hurting others, that I was thoughtless, self-centered, and incapable of changing. There were many times, particularly in high school, that I felt this so strongly that I had suicidal ideation. I remember thinking that that made me a unique sort of … Continue reading Snapshots of My Depression #5: The Poem in the Wallet