This channel is a big step for me. I have just begun to talk about mental illness candidly on camera after participating for 20 years in ...
This channel is a big step for me. I have just begun to talk about mental illness candidly on camera after participating for 20 years in the community as an independent peer presenter, using my autobiographical plays "Do You Want To Buy My Brain," "JUMP," and "Jill: Anatomy of A Suicide," all dealing with growing up with bipolar disorder; and also as the founder Jump! Theatre Company, which produces professional theater about personal experiences of mental illness. I have played myself and others using a script, and I have blogged about mental illness. I am the author of "Writing While Manic," an e-book (look for it in the Amazon Kindle Department), compiled from 5 years of blogging about art, aging and mental illness. I believe there is such a thing as responsible blogging that is especially important in regard to health issues. I will not publish any video about bipolar disorder that is not heartfelt and well-thought out.
It is 01:50. One of my homeless neighbors woke me up with his singing almost an hour ago. Bad insomnia. As opposed to good insomnia, when I am refreshed by my minimum four hours of sleep, and carpe middle-of-the-night because I'm thrilled to be able to get some writing done. ...
( More at artistslife101.blogspot.com/2013/09/carpe-middle-of-night.ht
I write my best when I am depressed. I think that is because being depressed causes feelings of emergency.I also push myself harder when I am depressed, and have done so ever since I was a toddler. I think it is interesting that my instinct told me there was an emergency even though I was a baby and even though "childhood depression" didn't exist during the fairy tale that was the Fifties.
This recording was made by me at the University of Nebraska.
The best time I ever had on stage was performing this show solo in May 2001 at the Midnight Sun in Olympia, WA, in a full house where half the audience were schizophrenic outpatients. They laughed in all the places where "normal" people are too polite to laugh - I was so surprised and delighted that I almost forgot my lines.
From my unfinished novel 'Theosaur Poet.' (2007)
the only thing thats steddy
is the rock
as the train
at the silence
mama used to wake up
The windows shook
and she'd scream
as if the train
was in her head
and i would have to say
its in the rock
and not your head.