• Relationships,  Who Am I

    What Having a Spouse With Bipolar Disorder Taught Me About Love

    Can we talk about a particular stigma that really, really bothers me? And sure, it’s probably because it’s personal. Such situations always open our minds a bit wider than most and force us into a space where we learn on a intimate level how miseducated and quick to judge we were in our past. Prior to that new awareness. I hate. I mean HATE. When people refer to weather as being bipolar. It feels like my spine is a chalkboard and those words are nails being drug all the way down it. Top to bottom. First of all because it’s insensitive. Second it’s a nearly complete mischaracterisation of the actual…

  • Relationships

    Who gets to hold hands?

    I was walking to meet a group of friends the other night for trivia when I saw a couple holding hands. Something I often smile to myself about. Hand holding is such a simple gesture and a simple way to say “hey, I really dig you being in my space right now”. Think about it. That feeling you are projecting onto the person you choose to hold hands with is what? Can you put that feeling into words? Is it that you enjoy their company? You appreciate their companionship? That you adore them? Once I began mentally exploring what it is that hand holding means to me I remembered reading…

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