Our Masks and Costumes 

It is Halloween, the day when pumpkins appear in more than just our lattes and when parents try to prevent sugar comas in their children. It is also, of course, a day full of masks and costumes.  For those of us who struggle with mental illness, we seem to wear masks all the time, not […]

Demons and Faith

With yesterday being Easter and all, it seems an appropriate time to talk with a little more detail about faith and the role it has played in my mental health battles. After all, I refer to the demons of my mental illnesses, perhaps I should also talk about my angels? Faith has been essential in […]

Winning. Even Without the Luck O’ The Irish

Saturday night, on St. Patty’s Day Eve, my wife and I stopped at a local bar that advertised an Irish folk band. The band was excellent, and at one point asked for anyone who knew how to do Irish step dancing to come up and give it a try. Now, my wife and I got […]

A non-love letter to my mental illnesses

Dear Mental Illnesses, I want to say fuck you. I want to say that because of the dark and twisted ways you mess with my life, because of the lies you whisper lovingly in my ear, and because, especially on days like today, you make me feel alone and isolated, unworthy of the good things […]