Bipolar Disorder, endometriosis, Everyday Life, Uncategorized

Five to Seven Days

In the movie My Girl, the main actress, Vada, played by Anna Chlumsky gets her period, I believe for the first time.  When Thomas, played by Macaulay Culkin, comes to her door she informs him that he needs to come back in 5-7 days.  I have no clue what else happened in this movie, but… Continue reading Five to Seven Days

endometriosis, Uncategorized

Barren

Originally published last year, I felt a strong need to repost this blog... I am hoping it reaches the person that needs to read this... ~Bella ___________________________ I always wanted to be a mom.  Much like my mother, I wanted to be a stay at home mom, make baby food from scratch and home school… Continue reading Barren

Bipolar Disorder, endometriosis, Uncategorized

Earth Day Adventures

This time last year I was preparing to embark on my first backpacking trip.  The excitement swelled inside of me.  To be out in the wilderness for a weekend, carrying only what I needed on my back was something new to me and it was adventurous.  And this made it something that I really wanted… Continue reading Earth Day Adventures

endometriosis, Uncategorized

It’s Back!!!!

I am sitting in the waiting room “playing” on my iPhone.  I take notice of the people who are sitting around me.  An elderly woman walks from the reception desk and drags her left leg slightly behind her.  She sits down with a thud.  Adjacent to me is a younger couple, realistically probably my age. … Continue reading It’s Back!!!!

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The Change

Winter finally arrived, and my family is now wearing heavier jackets out of the house in the morning.  Those around me are sporting sweaters and long sleeves, commenting about wintry weather and a chill in their bones.  Where I am sitting here waving air under my air pits because I am sweating like a burly,… Continue reading The Change

Bipolar Disorder

Reflections

Ever since I was a child, I have always enjoyed writing.  I have always had grand ideas that crowded my mind and writing was a way to get them out.  But as years passed and my mental health issues became more problematic, I stopped writing altogether.  It was suggested by my partner that I start… Continue reading Reflections