A Splintered Mind

I received an email last month that came at a low time in my life. It was just the burst of sunshine I needed. I write to express myself, but I also write to be read. It's always nice to know that somebody is out there reading. It is even better to learn that something I wrote touched their lives in some way. This email was from a reader who appreciated my voice out there warning of the potential harm of psychotropic meds ( Wary of Psych Meds? Here is My Personal Experience with Them ). That is why I feel strongly that the email I received needs to be shared with others. Perhaps it will touch them the way my original article touched her. It is very important to remember that not all people who struggle with mental health issues find solutions at the pharmacy. Some of us fall within that group where the meds have no more effect than placebos . Some of us fall within the group where they cannot afford to buy meds. And some of us are in that other group where side-effects counter any ...

As my week comes to a close, I thought I'd share a few links with you to read over the weekend. They may even change your life. What? Too much? I don't know what to say. "Links and Stuff" just seemed so boring. Anyways… I've been busy over at ADDaboy!. You might find a few of these interesting: When Megan Fox and ADHD Collide Warning! Depression is Dangerous! Or Something… SpongeBob SquarePants Makes Kiddies ADHD? Stick It to ADHD Forgetfulness! ADHD: Of Mousse and Men ☚ My personal favorite of the month. You Can Control Your ADHD Impulses And Avoid Stalker Charges, Too! I've also wrote a bit about where my writing is at over at my other blog, Absentminded Author : Cleaning House; Cleaning Life In the meantime, I just realized I haven't posted my ADDaboy! audio clip this week. Or was it due last week? Shoot. Lastly, I came across a blog that was a reply to something I posted the other day . I thought it was a great post by a ...

Originally published at Absentminded Author, v1 . First, a confession: I love black licorice.  I know this may come as a shock to some of you, but I felt that I needed to come clean on this. Boy! Does that feel good to get off my chest. Now I can mention the insignificant things in passing without breaking a sweat. Who cares that I'm now divorced , don't tic as much anymore, and hanging onto life with my fingernails and a smile when big things like my secret candy fetish can finally be exposed to the light and shown to the world? Oh, it's not a secret ? Dang. So, after getting dumped after 23 years, I have nothing but black licorice to keep me company, right? Well, that's not entirely true. I have joint legal and physical custody of my girls, and I switch off with their mother every two weeks. This was a sudden development (July 31st), so I've not had a lot of time to prepare. My now ex-wife left a week after her announcement, and the kids stayed ...

Update 2016: This article was featured in my book "Saying NO to Suicide" , with added commentary. Something happened to me over the summer that I never expected: I became a divorced dad. It's hard to say exactly what went wrong without airing dirty laundry. I'm OK with you seeing my dingy socks, but I'm conscientious about you seeing my Spiderman Underoos . I also don't think it's fair or respectable to cast my ex's undies to the four corners of the earth. Let's just say that there was a profound breakdown in respect and trust, and the rumors of my alliance with the Lord of Evil are exaggerated. Hopefully, that's vague enough that nobody will take offense. Well, there is this LIST out there I may one day talk about. I hear it's pretty big, details my crimes against humanity, and requires a forklift to move about. If I ever get a hold of it, I'm sure it will provide material for this blog until the end of time—or make me scratch my he...

Originally published at Absentminded Author, v1 . Sent from my iPad, polished with moonbeams and unicorn tears.