In my blog, I have written a lot about myself as a child and as young woman. I told stories about my almost continuous daydreaming. I detailed my many trips around my town by bike, trips with my parents from sea to sea, and my own exploration of over 20 countries around the world on my own, and with my love. I have always been very thirsty for knowledge about the world around me close and far, including its people, cultures, beauties, and even uglier aspects. My daydreams have taken it further and placed me in shoes I never really wore, giving me alternative and often idealized perspectives. Continue reading
At the end of February 2018, I received a one year anniversary badge from WordPress. I guess it seems a bit late to celebrate, but unfortunately I was not feeling well when the notice arrived. I hope you won’t mind that I recognize the occasion today, belatedly. Continue reading
One day in the summer of 1992, I was hanging out at my university campus bus stop near the student center. The bus stop had numerous flyers advertising various activities. One read “Teach English in Poland through the Local Democracy and the Citizen’s Foundation in Poland.” Continue reading
As I revealed in part two of this “Mental chaos half across the world” series, I have no recollection of my flight to Bangkok from Hong Kong. So, I’ll just say that one day I showed up in Thailand and went directly to Sukhumvit Road, a popular area for expats in Bangkok. I found a $5 per night shed room (yes, shed). Sorry, I tried to find some photos online, but all the “sheds” were just too luxurious, comparatively. Of course I never took a single photograph during my trip. I don’t even remember if I brought a camera. As a reminder, this was mid-1990s, one had to use a camera to take pictures. I had no cell phone. Continue reading
The following three-part post series is based on true events that happened to me at 24 years old. At the time, I was not yet formally diagnosed with bipolar disorder type 1. I didn’t receive a formal diagnosis until I was 32 years old. I had, however, sought help earlier in my youth for depression, anxiety and what I now know were bipolar mixed episodes. This series of posts describes hypomania, mania, and depression half across the world.