Help Us Get Home!
So, we’ve been living with our in-laws for a hot minute now, trying to get our house finished. Through a circuitous series of events, we’ve been unable to do that. Illness, unemployment and debt–it’s been rough.
Now we’re finally at a place where we can support ourselves and are trying to dig ourselves out of a mountain of debt. We’ve been living with my in-laws for the last three years, and haven’t been able to move back into our own home, mainly because it’s been unlivable. With your help, we can fix this!
Each donation will merit a hand-written thank you (if you so choose) and an invitation to the housewarming. It would be the best 30th birthday present in the world if I can just get my family back home. ❤
Generally I make no secret about my stance on mental health issues and the role it plays in my own life. I am bipolar ii; I don’t have it, I have not been diagnosed with it. It is who I am, as intrinsic to my makeup as being a writer or a redhead or a liberal. There is no separating it from me.
And, just like writing, gingerness, and liberal justice, I have to remember how to function in a world not necessarily suited to that. I have to learn what flaws I have, created by these facts, and work on improving them or at least finding ways around them to still be functional.
(Let’s be real. There’s no improving red hair. It’s already the best there is. #ScienceFact.)
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