Partly Sunny, Occasional Clouds with Slight Chance of Rain in Some Areas

Thanks to everyone for putting up with my pity party yesterday. I'm still adjusting to a new diagnosis, new meds and life in general, but I'll get over it. I've got a lot to be thankful for, just have to remember that sometimes.

A friend sent me this link the other day - I thought it was pretty funny. Funny and frighteningly true...

http://www.glumbert.com/media/irack

Oh, and by the way, if anyone is interested in a chance to win a free copy of my e-book, you can see the details at my other blog.

Small Bandages on Large Wounds

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A tiny bandaid
the open jugular bleeds
psychotherapy


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Lexapro, Prozac, Lithium, Buspar
Freedom, Mania, Death and Despair
Natural Remedies
Count your blessings
Say a prayer
Get off your ass
Stop feeling sorry for yourself
Others are worse off
Get out there and help

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Sometimes, a swift kick in the pants is more effective than sympathy. Other times, it's just a pain in the butt and wrinkles the clothes.

Lady Sings the Blues...

This post is in response to a comment Stewart made on Wayne's blog. (In other words, I'm butting in.)

Stewart wrote: Have you ever been so butt-fucking low that you've called a crisis line? I know people do it, hell..I used to man one of those phones...but I've always wondered what it would be like to be the person making the call.

(Raising hand) Um, yeah. I have. Here's how it went:

In a moment of utter desperation, in an attempt to keep from committing suicide, I called a "hotline." I was put on hold for the first several minutes. (Crisis hotline, can you please hold?) I was then transferred between a couple of people and finally transferred from there (via phone) to a local clinic, where I was put on hold again. After about 15 minutes, someone came on the line, transferred me to a nurse who looked at their schedule and said they could get me in (are you ready for this?) in about 3 months. I actually started laughing and said I'd call back another time.

For better or worse, my sense of humor has never strayed far from me. (I'm the type of person who could find something funny in a funeral, and have.) The humor came to my rescue then. I hung up the phone, thought it was a good thing I wasn't holding the knife to my wrist during the time I made the call, and just had to laugh at how ridiculous it all was. Somehow, that made me feel better. So I guess the crisis lines do work. :)