About
Post-partum depression, anxiety and psychosis survivor. Wife. Mom. Dancer. Teacher. Sarcastic, heart of gold, frequently wrong and unafraid to admit it.
I live in Seattle, vote left, and I love the rain. I am tragically and beautifully real. Probably one of the most “real” people you’ll ever get to know if you so choose. One downside of “real”? My mouth and words frequently get me into trouble, and I have to backtrack and apologize on a regular basis.
I struggle every single day with Bipolar Disorder, and the ups and downs of this insane life keep it gloriously interesting. My husband is cute and geeky and prefers tidy-whities and boxer briefs to boxers, and I prefer naughty sex in the shower opposed to that awkward sort you do in a car. Oops, there goes the honesty problem I have.
Nice to meet you. Enjoy your teeny little glimpse into my life. Please leave me a comment or 50 because I do like to know who crosses my blog’s path.
And fair warning: I say “fuck” a lot.