I’ve come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence” But it isn’t silence. It’s a raging world of noise that never goes away. It’s the shouting of compulsive thoughts […]Read More “Hello darkness, my old friend…
Last week, I was hit with a pretty big blow: the world lost John Oliver, founder and conductor of the Tanglewood Festival Chorus. I cried for hours on end, and still tear up pretty regularly. JO was a mentor and musical giant in my world. He gave me mentorship, singing coaching & advice, and countless […]Read More Alphabet soup with a side of angels
I can’t believe it. I am going to work a full time job again. Between graduating from college in 2002 until 2005, I had attempted a multitude of full time jobs. They varied in skill set and setting, and always ended with me in the hospital with suicidal urges. My arms would be a mess […]Read More Achievement Unlocked!
I’ve been doing a lot of blog-reading lately. They span the globe and subject matter, but lately I’ve honed in on blogs written by others with bipolar disorder. Unfortunately, it’s mostly just confusing. I enjoy most of what’s written, and find a fair amount of it helpful. What I am confused about is where I […]Read More Against
It should be. Everyone has fantasies of how they’d handle this situation or that argument. Mine include, but are never limited to, picking the offending individual up by their shirt and flinging them against plate glass. But that’s just me. I’ve fought violent tendencies and images in my brain most of my life. When I […]Read More Is fear of throwing people a thing?
Author’s Note: This was originally a slightly different post, entitled “My Rosa”. It has been edited and reposted with revision. I recently read a book by Mark Shriver entitled “Pilgrimage”. It’s a biography of the current Pope, Francis. In its beginning chapters, Shriver details Pope Francis’ earliest days in the Catholic faith. He was heavily […]Read More My Rosa: Eileen Dillon
When I think of questions like the title of this post, I think of the lyrics “Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Does anybody see what I see?” Like John Adams in “1776”, I keenly want to know if the Universe is paying attention. Is anybody really listening to anyone else? Am I listening to […]Read More Are we listening?