I’m On This Earth to…

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I’m on this earth, I believe, to make it a better place through whatever gesture, act or talent I possess, at any given moment, despite my limitations, held up through the light of the spirit whom I choose to call God. I see that spirit in you, in children, in nature, and I hear it in music. I view it through film, witness it at the beach, in the mountains and across open fields. I watch it through windows, open and shut, through moving cars, trains, your eyes and mine. I write and speak my truth. I read and respect yours though I may not agree; it is what makes us different. I love to travel and meet people from around our precious world who make me love and laugh and appreciate other cultures. It is you I love while I work towards loving my extremely imperfect self.

With love, Wendy.

Lyme Sucks

I don’t know if I’ve told you this before, but I have Lyme.

Oh, maybe I have and it slipped my mind, that would be typical. I may have written a past post announcing it (minus the trumpet) to “get it off my chest” or just let you know where I’m at. But, these days, it’s really bothering me.  Read on (or skip to the next, likely more exciting blog)!

And while we’re on the subject of blogs, please forgive my lack of being fancy. I chose my blog style years ago because it was the second one that came up (and the first one looked even more amateurish). I am not of the spend time embellishing or make my blog look pretty kind. do admire the enthusiasm of those who can.

Sorry guys, you’re stuck with boring blog-ery today!

And fonts, let’s chat about those shall we? I know I’m making mistakes (and not caring to correct them) so if you have poor eyesight, you might like my style. I am one to use the TITLE fonts for no other reason than they’re right there and easy.

Let’s skip to the real reason for today’s post.


I am back from NYC after a week, my loved one had surgery and is doing very well, thank you; however, I feel like a colony of bugs are crawling on my back. Everyday. I’ve finally unpacked and somehow finished laundry (for three), and each and every task leaves me tired. I need some killer concoction, like someone to develop an anti-lyme, energy infused, super cell power drink.  I know a lot of people who could use that!

Do you?

Well, if you don’t have lyme or know anyone who does, you are bored about three paragraphs ago. I’m sorry. I usually don’t write here but I don’t know what else to do! Four antibiotics haven’t worked. I should say the first one did and for one month I felt marvelous, like I hadn’t since my twenties or teens. I mean I walked two miles every morning before 8:00 a.m. which anyone who knows me is a feat to be awake, let alone dressed and walking! But…then….boom, it was followed by three that failed. Even the same one, two weeks afterwards.


I’ve taken some special bark (yes bark in capsule form) from South America. Noooot worrking. I’ve tried a lot of the recommended herbs and try to cook with them (HA, the key word: cooking) but so far, to no avail.  Next up, IV antibiotics and that is coming once my loved one has recovered from surgery.  We have another month or so for that. I am “Nurse Wendy” for now on duty 24/7. (Private nursing is costly, I’m hired at home for free!) Stress, ah, that is another blog. Isn’t illness stressful?

So I’m researching lyme, what can I do, going on-line to poke around and there it is. Incidentally, in case you’re wondering where I’m at, I am not early stage lyme unfortunately. (If “wish” and “lyme” had to be used in the same sentence, that would be it.) And while no doctor has said the words “Wendy, you have late stage, a.k.a. Chronic Lyme” I fit late stage lyme. If you have it and it affects your joints and memory and gives you Bell’s Palsy, you know what it is.  And it is a beast. The more I read about it, the more hopeless I feel.

Until today. Well, sort of, it was a bittersweet website I landed on. Nothing under the sun prepared me for what I read.

“Most of the long-term effects and conditions are neurological or nervous system related and are not able to be cured at this time.”

-NSI Stemcell.com


I suppose nothing prepares you for reading what you have has no cure. BUT, then I felt a glimmer of hope, a glimmer. While it doesn’t help anyone at this present moment, myself included, with symptoms, a cure, at this second. IT WILL! And maybe when we’ve earned enough money and they’ve developed the technology – because we know insurance won’t cover it – just maybe we can be candidates and reverse some of the damage it has done to our bodies.

Stem cells…hmm….far out. And they’re hopeful! Well this has lightened my gloom a bit and I hope yours. Did I mention my smile is symmetrical again? Oh, the Bell’s Palsy comes and goes. (My mom swears she can hardly notice. I think she is being nice, a mom you know, though it has been behaving lately.)

(Gosh, I’m gonna hate this post on my time-line. I’m one giant whiner today!)

SORRY y’all. (I only went to college in Virginia, but “y’all” can surface at the oddest times, like today. Oh, i know what it is. I’m missing a college roommate reunion in Richmond. Got it. You know it all comes from somewhere!)

Peace out & have a good day. Support your Lymey loved ones. If you have it, I feel ya peeps, I do.

And remember, there IS hope despite my dreary disposition. It may not feel like it, but this stem cell has me excited. It could be decades before it’s available to you and me, and affordable, but I’ll stand in line. Well, when I feel up to it. I might have to ask you for help.

Peace out!   #Limey

The Artistic Bend, Changing of Tides, Hair Salon (yes, really!) and YOU!

I wrote this while on a cruise… I can’t explain why, per se. But as I sat writing long-hand, my practice shall we call it, daily typically though while on vacation only when motivated, this is what came out. (Two hours later I was so mesmerized by the sea and my own b.s. that I had gotten in to a tif with my girl because I was, once again, lost in my world, my writer world, where the outer world moves and I stay put in mine.)  The trip ended quite badly actually as I was oblivious I was on a trip with anyone else buy my pen for a few hours.  Ah, we live and we learn.

So while seemingly harsh, and the start of one very unfortunate last-night-of-the-vacation fights, this is one of my most favorite little blips about writing in a while. Please don’t misread me or it, (I’m not really a hard ass!) And I don’t mean to rant, though that happens..and more in the spring when I bloom like the flowers. Only my bloom is lightening fast as i get manic and fly out of my seed. This is merely an echo of sentiment from the very first speech, from the very first author, who I heard; and how it resonated with me.

Only, this is my version. The Wendy one. I cut and pasted it from Good Reads which is where i origionally posted it. Then I took it down and thought ‘Oh my God, what ARE these people going to think of me, anyway?’  Well, I should be thinking more of ‘Oh my God, why couldn’t i SHUT-UP at the hair salon today?’ And it was a new one, one I liked. One I’m almost too embarassed to go back to. I think she mistook my depression for the wrong reaction of ‘I don’t like your work’….which is 100% the opposite. I lOVE what she did. And I think she took my manic babble as I am doing well, or cheery, and therefore should have been bubbly so I must not have liked the cut/highlights because I clearly wasn’t jumping up and down like the teen before me – with her mom no less.’  Geez. Or I could be way off and she got a text from her new hubby and had to run off. Or go to the bathroom. Either way, it DID NOT END WELL. I love my haircut though; it beats my frayed ends stabbing me from all angles.

Oh, right, my reason for this blog. (Sorry to bother….)

“The artistic bend is a sell-out. It’s all truth, or it’s no good. EIther write what’s in the heart, all of it, the good, the bad, the ugly, the uglier, the privat and even more private and it’s a book worth reading. Not willing to go there? Do yourself and the world a favor: Don’t write it until you’re ready to do so. Only then is it your truest artist being heard. And only then will the world want to hear what you have to say.”

I hope that you are nodding and not throwing food at the screen. Not ready to spill your guts? Wait, I say. At least until that person dies or you get over your pride. Screw the world anyway. WHo cares?

Rock it!  And let us read it. Warning: writing and producing a book is a Bitch! But if ink runs in your veins like blood, you’ll know it and have no other choice.  Wish me luck on sanity. I can already feel the changing of the tides. Gulp.

Four Years Since The Two Bipolar Chicks!

The Two Bipolar Chicks Guide to Survival: Tips for Living with Bipolar Disorder turns four years old soon. We have had quite a few funny moments since turning in our manuscripts on October 31, 2013 for our nine-week deadline.

Rookies on a path, I wrote our rough draft while recovering from foot surgery, laid up in bed for two weeks. While Nora scurried around playing nurse, we then nipped and poked at it, filling in the blanks, she in her part, me on mine, and together on the chapters. Whether at the beach, camping, inside at our desks, on the couch or the porch, while one drove the other took a note, wherever a laptop or pen would travel, we worked on it. However, it was sporadic, certainly not with the intensity of a deadline. In fact, we believed we’d be publishing it ourselves, with no deadline in mind or on the horizon.

The intense portion began after a phone call while camping from our soon-to-be agent. Against the cracking fire, dim light, delightful smell of fire, we fed the fire and fueled our energy vowing to stay until we were done with our rough draft, or nearly so. Our sticky s’mored hands got in the way as we took a break to clean them and sat back looking at the sky wondering if this could really happen. I don’t think Nora realized what a dream come true this was for me.

Several days later another call came and we reported our rough draft was essentially finished. She gave us the nitty- gritty of the deal and said she’s email the contract (and hers) for when we got home to review and sign. Just like that, in a few calls, we had an agent and a deal.

This launched a tight 9-week deadline. Boy, did we both learn about true pressure. Not the college cram or several day study, think of unrelenting, day-in-day-out pressure. Perhaps college was a second – or training for a new job, though this was a different beast.

With a deadline that short comes the true living definition of work, sleep, eat and we left the apartment three times in nine weeks. At least I did and Nora did a few times as well, the necessities, grocery store and pharmacy, no time for any social eThe benefit is not only a completed book, our first with a publisher, but a sense of accomplishment. True, it ended up about 120 or so pages less than my first, and a few less revisions due to size, but it required more research, less time, and endorsements prior to publication. I earned my wings and the hard work from self-publishing paved the way. This is why I always suggest to newer aspiring authors to go the self-publishing route.

Sure, knocking on a few doors once you have perfected your manuscript is fantastic, learn the query quest, query letters, agent etiquette and all, submission requirements should there exist a few legit publishing houses with open submissions; but, for your sake and all things just, do not give your copyright away!

Regarding contracts, my advice is to have, ideally an industry friend (or google standard contract off the internet if nothing else), but do not sign a dotted line without education and an outside opinion no matter how much you want to be published. I lost an agent opportunity because I took it to a lawyer who made a big deal about a few points off the agreement which was lean (short). She was breaking in to the business and in hindsight, it wasn’t meant to be.

In my case though, I realized I nitpicked a point or two made by a lawyer. The one that sticks out is regarding the agent not having my own escrow account as per the contract, which the lawyer deemed standard. Now at the rate of my earnings to date, it still would not make a hill of beans of a difference; however, once, if, a big if I realize now, if I ever did sell a lot of copies, at that point, suppose an agent had a lot of clients who were big earners, then I could see not having an individual escrow account being a problem. My mistake was thinking too far in to the future and projecting success early, in turn, missing a great opportunity. I thought too big or too soon as many wet behind the authors do. I did hit the Kindle and bipolar memoir boom and make $500-$800 for Kindle sales for a solid 2-2&1/2 yrs though and that extra income came at the perfect time in our household when my partner was recovering from a serious back surgery and my doctor’s office job carried us. In other words, going it without an agent worked. The bubble has burst for me now and I now make a small fraction on that book.

I’m grateful for how it all played out. It took a few years to break even, but I’ll always own the right to my story, no publisher makes the decision on price, distribution, in print, out of print, discounts, foreign translation, anything. It earned me the gift of publishing my second book, and that was my dream. I can die a happy woman, as silly as that sounds.

Some people have babies, I have books. Slowly thus far, I must add.

That book, my first, a memoir, I’m Not Crazy Just Bipolar, kicked-off this crazy career, not that I had any idea it was a career at the time, yet lo-and-behold, here I am ten years later, still running out of ink from my favorite pens and dashing out at back-to-school time to snarf up ten cent, one-subject notebooks at the local Shop Rite in early September to last through Spring. Then summer I have to suck it up and buy a couple 3 subjects from whatever store I see a deal. I have to write my morning gibberish in expensive $5-$8 notebooks. When did all that get so expensive!

Finally, no blog on one’s own books, no shameless plug could be complete without the simultaneous mention of one’s own friends’ book. In this case, it’s Dyane Harwood’s ground-breaking, Birth of a New Brain: Healing from Postpartum Bipolar Disorder has already been Given nods by the bipolar goddess herself, Dr. Kay Redfield Jamison (whose office merely added me to their mailing list of some sort! And I thought that was progress!) Congratulations!

“Dyane Harwood’s Birth of a New Brain is a gripping account of the awful juxtaposition of childbirth and the onset of bipolar illness. Her book is an informative and important contribution to our understanding of this triggering of mental illness that happens more often than is generally recognized.” (Kay Redfield Jamison, author of “An Unquiet Mind”

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Think Pink? Think GREEN!

Happy Mental Health Month!

(This is a repost from 2015….with love from 2017!)

First, check out NIMH’s study & sign up for bipolar disorder research. I’m going to!

Click HERE to see if qualify for NIMH/NIH research. One email, a 2-4 hr phone call & a blood test!

Happy Mental Health Month!

You might be looking at your computers or iWatches or calendars or phones and noticing the date. Yes, I realize Mental Health Month is almost over but I’ve been busy minding my health and working on my books. Isn’t everyone busy?

I mean no disrespect to our cancer friends, but I am sick and tired of pink. When will green matter? I search for it but find no green in any of our communities during May (or at all). Will any town ever line their streets with green? Pink is everywhere and mental illness has been around as long as cancer. Maybe in a few decades when we get sick of pink we’ll introduce it. Maybe one brave town will display green somewhere. By then I’ll probably be sucking on oxygen, have a pacemaker or be flying around town on one of those very cool looking scooters. (Or worse, be stuck in some home because I’ve lost all my marbles.) Hopefully, I will be just fine because I’ve taken good care of myself.

So why a whole month for the mentally ill while some causes only get a day or week? For one, we need it, or at least, I know I do. Two, we get shafted everywhere else; it’s about time the scales were tipped in our favor somewhere.

Can you imagine the day when green bras will hang in store fronts? Again, no disrespect to cancer, breast or otherwise. (I can feel the hate mail coming.) Can you picture green banners waving with ‘think green’? How about green bows and pens for sale to raise money for mental illness? How many do you think people would buy if the merchants would even accept them and put them out? How long would that take?

Forgive me, but you know I have to stand up in every article for my peeps. I have lost loved ones to cancer so I am not ‘anti-cancer’ don’t put me there. Surely though, we deserve the money for research and the same respect as any other illness. How long will that take? We have the whole month to get your attention though I often wonder if anyone outside the mental health community cares.

As I drive alongside the pink line in the road – yes they paint them here – I can’t imagine when we’ll have a green one. The only green in town is our lawn, finally, and others. (I live in New Jersey, not California.) Celebration, in addition to advocacy and anti-stigma, is to feel good about yourself. If we felt any of this from our community, I would feel better.

I want to paint the town green, the street, storefronts, my nails (though how long could I take it) and maybe spray paint some shrubs. Wait, they are already green. Okay, I’ll think of something. Maybe I’ll spray paint the caution tape we have around our new grass, though something tells me people will not make the correlation. They would simply pile it on to the other reasons why their new neighbors are odd.

We’re still new in the neighborhood and I don’t know how fast it has spread that there are two mentally ill girls on the block. (I told my neighbor I was a mental health writer and you should have seen his eyes. And I thought ‘health’ was a good spin!)

Maybe one May I’ll be doing running leaps up and down our street at our town’s announcement that we’re honoring Mental Health Month in some fashion. I’ll take a green sticker somewhere or an acknowledgment in the monthly newsletter; I’m easy. I’m not suggesting lighting the school tower in green – though one night would be cool. We could postpone that to December and make it blend in for the holidays. I’m not even demanding a green stripe downtown; although, a nice, lime green alongside the pink would look lovely. I’m willing to share. Besides, this is a preppy town and wouldn’t they look nice together? I’ll even settle for a sticker at town hall. We could squeeze it into a shamrock, put it up in March and take it down in June, kind of like a lingering St. Patrick’s Day spirit. Something, anything. Geez.

I love pink and am a cancer supporter so no tomatoes at your screen. (Why waste a good pc?) Uncle Rick, I miss you.

Look, we just need more green. Maybe you’d help me paint the other stripe green. XO

I hope your Mental Health Month has been and continues to a good one, mania, depression and hospital free.

And hey, check out my/our tips to combat mania, depression and maintain wellness in our Two Bipolar Chicks book!





Well, it has been probably a year since I’ve blogged here, or anywhere for that matter. The short version is I went through six months of depression, one month of ECT, received a late stage lyme diagnosis and had heart complications over the summer. Things got better, but worse again (lyme) and I think I have a title for my next book:  “I’ve been Lymed”.  What do you think?  So now I’ve got the physical and the mental illness and it feels swell.

Sorry to bore you. I did have one fantastic month, July, where the antibiotic was kicking ass and I felt better than I had in probably two or so decades. It was glorious! I woke up at 6:00 or 7:00 am, after a perfect 8 hours, and walked 1.5 to 2 miles. I’d get a bunch of work done with the clearest head since I don’t know when. Thankfully, I worked hard because I applied for grants and got one. That is how I am now out of medical debt. Hallelujah! Now, if I could pay off the cars, the house and the credit cards, well that would be a miracle of epic proportions.

In the meantime, all the mental health holidays have whizzed by without any mention from me. It’s okay, right? I’m busy writing a book, a blog for BPHope and Huff Post and really trying to focus on DinerGirl.  My mom thinks I’m afraid of it because I’m a perfectionist. Well…I’m sure that’s part of it, but it’s a nightmare.  When I wrote INCJB, I had an intense, writer/editor boot camp style so once I had my first 150, the skeleton (with some meat on it), once I had that, it flowed nicely to finish in several months. The second book was a collaboration. So this one, this one will be a bear. Plus, I started it right before Hurr Sandy decided to level our area and office turned in to recovery and hotel bed and then 2nd book contract came. Do you see where I’m going with this? It’s hard to keep enthusiasm going for an Achilles heel type of book. I hope I get motivated again, and soon, because that is the book I must finish before I attack the others.

And I really want to write again…I’m not feeling the editing. Maybe I’ll divide my day so I can.

Anyhoo, aren’t you thrilled you tuned in? I’m so boring these days. My big excitement is that I started yoga again. *(Thank you, Groupon.)  I wasn’t in love with being six inches from all neighbors, or the Madonna infused soundtrack (what happened to calm music?) or the shouting teacher, but I kept saying ‘this class only cost $3.90.’ Again, thank you, Groupon. You rock. And so, I can try another place when I’m done. Damn Sandy literally blew through and out my favorite yoga studio in Sea Bright. (Even the post office never came back.) There’s finally some clothing store there but not Bhrama Yoga. I’m terribly sad and really noticing it now when I am trying to find a replacement.

Ah well, you can’t have it all. Right?  I’ll settle for good mental health…until winter comes. For now you better believe I’ve got my light box on!!!!!  🙂


It’s SAD Time Baby, Get Your Light Box On!

It is that time of year when Seasonal Affective Disorder lands like an annoying fly just when I was on a roll. Funny enough, I am writing about it for my next book. After finishing that chapter I realize I have some information to share. That and I always blog about what is bothering me.

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What I know, as many of us do, is that in four season climates in the U.S. it’s right now many people are struggling, simultaneously cursing those able to head to warmer climates. And I swear if I see one more Sandal’s commercial with happy couples walking hand in hand on the most gorgeous beaches or hear of another Christmas countdown I am going to run down the road screaming naked. (Don’t dare me.) Isn’t the Christmas count a little premature? For God’s sake we haven’t even come close to Thanksgiving!

Most of us also know the ideal remedy is a mix of sunshine, low stress, exercise and eating right in combination with our medication for those who aren’t medication resistant (which is 30%-40%). It’s the combo plan that is the most effective and this is what struck me over and over while researching for the book.

For those who can’t afford to pack a bag and head south we’re left with full blown winter blues or SAD and it sucks.

I told my friend Ann about my SAD story, how every winter both I go through it. (What a perfect acronym. Can you imagine if they named it HAPPY?) Ann said after graduating from Miami University she moved home to N.J. Once, while out to dinner with her parents and family doctor (they were close friends), he noticed Ann was not her peppy self. When the doctor made this comment and that she had a medical condition, Ann accepted it.

Can you imagine a diagnosis in your early twenties? The average age of diagnosis is thirty-one, not long after that I received mine. I can’t help but think how less I would have suffered had I only known earlier. Those were also the years I was in and out of the hospitals and attempting suicide. I really could have used light and other therapies to get through those horrible winters. In fact not all, but probably half, of my suicide attempts were during the fall/winter/early spring.

For some, like Ann, she slides by with “the winter blues” yet for millions of us, often with pre-existing mood disorders, we suffer from SAD. A small percentage end up hospitalized, attempting suicide or dead. It is very serious.

Here are some stats from Psychology Today:  

  • Seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is estimated to affect 10 million Americans.
  • Another 10 percent to 20 percent may have mild SAD.
  • SAD is more common in women than in men.
  • Illness typically begins around age 20.
  • Some people experience symptoms severe enough to affect quality of life, and
  • 6 percent require hospitalization.
  • Many people with SAD report at least one close relative with a psychiatric disorder,
  • most frequently a severe depressive disorder (55 percent) or
  • alcohol abuse (34 percent).
  • Although some children and teenagers get SAD, it usually doesn’t start in people younger than age 20.
  • When it does affect children and teens, it is the first suspected one suspected by parents and teachers.
  • Risk decreases with age.
  • SAD is more common the farther north you live.

Now, let’s say to be politically incorrect –since there is a lot of that going around –that SAD sucks. Okay, that is out of my system.Luckily, there are things we can do, starting with a light box. The hardest part of light boxes are researching which one to get, paying for it and remembering to use it consistently and as directed. Other than that, it’s a flip of a switch. Staying on top of your meds and appointments helps as your doctor may want to add an SSRI, in particular, since our serotonin levels drop in the winter. Also, carbs call to us during SAD – and there is a long, medical explanation as to why – but resisting is difficult and requires replacing the cravings with produce and protein. SAD is rough but can be manageable. Right now I”m getting sucked under and that’s with a light box so I am going to use it twice a day and get a dawn stimulator because my sleep is all wacky due to Daylight Savings.

I can’t catch a break this year. I also took a few days off due to headaches and irritated eyes. That’s kind of a no-no but I was sitting too close and for too long.(Typical me, the writer, getting lost in time.) That’s when I have to pull back but even missing a few days can really set you back, i learned in research, and experienced firsthand.

Here is my list of my recommendations.

  • Get yourself a light box and consider buying a dawn stimulator and negative ionizer. (Don’t let the word “negative” fool you; it’s quite positive!) See the Center for
  • For lightboxes (and gadgets we have yet to purchase) we like Sunbox Co. and have their Sunbox Jr. Remember it’s like chocolate, all about size and quality, and plus we love their warranty.
  • Plug that baby in before you get depressed, don’t start right when you realize you are.
  • Once you get used to your seasonal patterns you will be able to start a few weeks ahead of time. My psychologist reminds me in mid-September to find it in the basement and plug it in because I start to go downhill in early October.
  • In place of a dawn stimulator – code for an alarm clock with “the rising sun” built-in – try putting a timer on your bedside light to help you wake up.
  • Remember placement for light therapy has a lot to do with efficacy so be sure to read guidelines. You’d hate to buy it and then not benefit because it’s too far away or out of range of sight, etc.
  • If you are experiencing side effects, headaches, itchy eyes (my side effects, for example), consult your doctor. Since I have already spoken my doctor and am used to my light box, I usually I do one of two things. I’ll cut back on the amount of time spent in front of it the next day or I move it further away from me by a foot or two.
  • Side effects vary per person (Nora has not experienced any) and for me, occur when I’m not paying attention to how long I have it on. I might skip a day but usually don’t skip two as even one or two days in a row can bring back depression, believe it or now. It has happened to me several times!
  • Work up to 30-45 minutes a day with your light box, ideally using it when you first wake up. Don’t use it too late or it could keep you awake, all you night owls out there. Um, okay, that includes me!
  • Light boxes are great for people doing 2nd shift or overnights too. It helps maintain circadian rhythm and ward off depression. The same suggestions apply, use it when you wake up.
  • See http://www.cet.org/, the top non-profit light organization, for light therapy guidelines. It’ll help describe light box guidelines, dawn stimulators, negative ionizers and more! No, seriously, that site is the bomb. I learned a lot there!
  • Enlist a friend or caregiver to get you out of the house when you feel you are getting stuck. This can work, except if you both have it, then a third person is necessary, as in our house! (Takers anyone? Accepting applications..haha.)
  • Try to get outside first thing in the morning unless it is raining.
  • Even putting your face towards the sun for twenty to thirty minutes is effective. Think, sun=real deal. If sun is not available, backup plan is light box, although I do both if possible.
  • Open all window shades and drapes when you wake up. It’s the very first thing I do even before taking meds, making coffee and feeding the kitties.
  • Keep your windows clean and branches trimmed so the sun is not blocked. (Yes, all the little things matter.)
  • Last but far from least, if you buy on-line make sure you receive the same warranty and return policy. Many times you only get thirty days to return it on Amazon, etc. versus buying directly on the manufacturer’s website. Besides the Sunbox company we mentioned, Verilux is supposed to be very good too.

Worth mentioning is Verilux’s “Happy Light” currently on sale for $140.00 until 11.11.15 @ 12:00 P.M. It that travels well and delivers the recommended 10,000 lumens. I might try that one if I didn’t have one. Here’s a picture of the “Happy Light”. Gosh, it sounds simple doesn’t it? Well it comes down to flipping a switch but more importantly remembering to do it and doing so consistently. I think that’s where people go wrong and then deem it (falsely) ineffective.

Here is the “Happy Light” on sale until 11/11/15 @ 12:00 P.M.

I remember looking at the Verilux catalogue back in 2005 trying desperately to get my insurance to cover it but to no avail. Back then they did not do it at all. Now, there are letters you can write and templates to do so. Look here and try it! What have you got to lose? A little time and perhaps frustration. Well, in the mental health field aren’t we used to that?

Verilux has been around or a long time – I believe the first in the biz – and have a great reputation. Studies at Columbia (the grandaddy of light therapy testing) uses Sunbox for testing. I see Northern Technologies out of Canada are also recommended a lot but I don’t know much about them. When I was shopping for light boxes they had the right specs and had high ratings but seemed pricier. (And P.S. no I don’t receive kickbacks from these, or any products in case you were wondering! I wish…I’d like a dawn stimulator!)

There you have it. If you have SAD, go get a lightbox and don’t forget to use it every day! Experts say even missing one day can set you back. I can attest to that.

Keep it to the sun (or your light box) my friends and tell your depression to simmer down. Spring will be here (gulp) hopefully before we know it. Right now I have to get out of this robe! Oh yes, SAD is here alright.

Check below….good luck…be well. Hey, ask for a gift certificate if you can’t afford it. Shop around but I highly recommend you stick to the companies below. Many that are offered on line don’t have UV filters, diffusers or guarantees. You should feel different after a few weeks. If by that point you don’t either one of three things are true: you don’t respond to light therapy, which over 50% do, you are not positioned correctly (which I wouldn’t suspect would be the case) or your light box is a piece of crap. If it is well under $100, chances are it is the latter.

Do I hear Chirstmas or Hannakah gift? It makes a great gift under the treee. (Doubtful it would fit in a stocking!)

If you’re wondering, I am writing a book on depression and had 30-40 articles on SAD. That’s how I could write this easily. My mind is exploding….next post will likely be jibberish on the holidays causing anxiety, or another chapter’s recap. Maybe TMS? That one has me all excited!!

Sunbox   We like Sunbox. Their boxes are metal,very sturdy…and while their designs are not as sleek as their competitors, at least their smaller ones are not, they do what they do very well. The dimensions are excellent for the price and while they don’t travel well, this one fits nicely in corners. I push it back in to the corner of my desk and it takes virtually no space and blends right in (at least to me). Cons: it does not travel so if you do, you may opt for a more compact design.

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OMG a visor, can you imagine walking around, undetected and getting your light? These babies are still high in price everywhere, but what if their design was so sleek that the light was undetectable? (I would have to try it out and have money to “throw away” but still….I am intrigued.) This might be a good idea in some situations but if you walk, theoretically you’re getting sun outdoors. I”m not sure when this would be helpful? Maybe for people who walk in malls and live in a cloudy climate?

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This SunRay below looks like the MacDaddy of them all. Look at that surface area! WOW! How could this one NOT work? If I had the funds, I would purchase this one without any hesitation! Sun Ray=Real deal in my opinion. I think it closes to pack and would essentially look like a metal briefcase. Can you imagine going through airport security with that? Or customs? You can’t check it with the bulbs those things would smash in a second. I think you would have to leave this baby home and bring a portable. Maybe a dawn stimulator would suffice for on the road? A d.s. would also keep your sleep regulated.

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I don’t know what the difference in between these babies (SRay & SRay II), but it probably comes down to design.SRII must be the “new and improved” but who the heck knows!

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As you can see, Northern Light is pricey. One can deduce, or hope, it comes down to quality. I just read part of their equipment, boxes, bulbs, etc. is made in America, some in Canada. It’s kind of like the car thing, they call them domestic made but many parts are manufactured overseas. When they put it together in the U.S. and the company is U.S. it is considered Canadian made. But if you want to pay a little extra, they get good reviews too. I’m not sure if paying extra means it is better, but worth a check. Dr. Rosenthal who is the SAD founder & pioneer recommends them (and Verilux and Sunbox) so they must be good.

If you’re wondering if you have SAD, check out this confidential questionnaire here.

Center for Environmental Therapeutics

Cet.org is the best source, a non-profit, research based organization. It is the only one of it’s kind and has an advisory board of top docs from around the world. In fact, it’s the only one in the world of this caliber that I’m aware of. You can take their recommendations as gold.

Also, SAD leader is Dr. Tehran, the authority in research for SAD. He is the top guy at Columbia’s Center for Light Treatment and Biological Rhythms. Check it out. Dr. Rosenthal has a wealth of information here too. You don’t need to buy his book, just comb his website.

Well, that’s all folks. Long post, thanks for making it to the end. Now, I’m off to working on another chapter on our book on depression and treatments for our next Two Bipolar Chicks book. Writing takes a lot of hours but for you? Anything, even a lack of social life…. Who am I kidding? With depression, what social life do I have? Things will get better, i know. For now, it’s me and my light box, baby!

🙂 Wendy

Jimmy Cliff and How He Saved Me

I have one horrible summer back in my teens…everyone does, don’t they? I was a teen, early teen, at summer camp. To be blunt I was raped by a fellow counselor I had a crush on actually and the rest of the summer was absolute torture as I stayed much to others confusion years later. (I didn’t dare tell a soul until nearly a decade later out of self-perceived shame.)

Anyhoo, the reason I write is not to purge or revisit those feelings today, rather to pay homage to the magnificent Jimmy Cliff. It’s funny; I was just sitting here also recollecting that the only writing I ever wished to do was to work for The Rolling Stone magazine. It was the only periodical I ever subscribed to well in to my twenties until alcohol and drugs took precedence and I gave up on my dreams.

Back to Cliff.

That summer I found extreme solace in “The Harder They Come” soundtrack. “I’d rather be a free man in my grave than living as a puppet or a slave” and lyrics like these rang true. “The harder they come, the harder they fall” had never been lyrics that had been seared in to my soul before with perhaps the exception of James Taylor and a few others when I was depressed and seeking understanding.

No one and no lyric since then had come close.

“Sitting here in limbo” was also another great one. I remember all of these songs cradled me as I grabbed my knees and hugged tight. There were no arms of my mother and I truly felt ashamed. “This little boy is moving on…” I may not have been a little boy, but I certainly was a little girl who had changed overnight from a little girl, a virgin I might add, to a bitter, surly girl whose “faith will lead me on” was definitely in question. I was holding on for dear life but “sitting in limbo” nevertheless.

Thank God for Jimmy who understood me. I had “many rivers to cross” not only as insight in to my impending future, but an immediate directive as well. It was all hurling at me like a deadly ball of fire which would stop and move slowly enough so I could examine it. I knew I had been altered – naturally not for the better.

It was also on “The Harder They Come” soundtrack where I learned that I must get my fight song. I learned that I could “Get it If You Really Want” and that meant me. I knew Jimmy Cliff spoke the truth “you’ll succeed at last” and that he was speaking to me too. And thank God for that. I was in need of dire help. But “you must try and try and try…you’ll succeed at last.”

Perhaps listening to that soundtrack until I burned down the motor on my Walkman gave me false comfort; maybe I should have left. Still, my decision stands if for no other reason that it’s what I chose. You see, I’m not one to back down and no matter how much he tortured me mentally afterwards, I had Jimmy Cliff cheering me inwards. Sure, there were ions of therapy sessions years afterwards and again, sure I re-write history, or counsel someone else, I would not suggest this path. It was simply mine.

Thank you, Jimmy. I hope someday I can inspire someone, a little iota of a life raft to cling on to, as you have given me, countless times. Or, at least once would do.

God bless you, Mr. Cliff. You will always hold a special place in my heart.

-Wendy K. Williamson www.wendykwilliamson.com