Since my first major manic episode which catalytically caused me to blow up my life, I feel like all of my respectable actions need an asterisk. If someone meets me in a capacity in which I’m affluent, I feel compelled by my truth-telling self to explain. “I’m fine right now, but you should have seen […]
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How I’m Raising an Invisible Child
In my childhood, three imaginary friends kept me company. Small in stature, Golly, Hammer and Guys ate dinner, played tea parties and ran outside with me. I always became upset when one of my parents accidentally sat on them and squished them. Golly, Hammer and Guys were imaginary. Even though I outgrew them, sometimes I […]