Category Archives: Catholic school

Requiem for my Borderline Brothers and Sisters

Since my diagnosis, I’ve tried to figure out two things based on reading and personal experience. The first is the origin of my Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). For most people, the origins are in traumatic incidents, most often in childhood. This … Continue reading

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September of my Years

One day you turn around and it’s summer Next day you turn around and it’s fall And the springs and the winters of a lifetime Whatever happened to them all? – Frank Sinatra I never thought about getting old until … Continue reading

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An open letter to my dead father

Trigger warning: lots of them; read at your own risk. That young boy without a name anywhere I’d know his face.  In this city the kid’s my favorite.  I’ve seen him. I see him every day.  Seen him run outside … Continue reading

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I Am (not) A Rock

Part of the life of most bipolar people is regretting not living the life they could have lived. In most respects this is caused by the illness – the inability to make a keep friends, jobs, other social contacts. But … Continue reading

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Funeral for a friend

My best friend in high school died over the holiday. He was my age.  I hadn’t spoken to him since May of 2005 and I distinctly remember the phone call. Frank apparently died alone in his apartment in Florida and … Continue reading

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Sick Sick Sick

Sick, sick, sick. Everyone has suddenly come down with some kind of illness.  After having yesterday off, I find that several of my co-workers, who have been fighting various bugs, called in sick yesterday. My wife is hacking up a … Continue reading

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We were friends once, and young

Today’s screed is a situation that probably everyone can relate to or has experienced in one form or another. From The Washington Post: I was ghosted by my bridesmaid. It hurt more than any breakup. Best friends just. . . … Continue reading

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