my name is deborah. it used to be annie. i called myself that when i was a "career person." when i was my bipolar-other. normally (i use that term loosely), my "otherness," my mania, never lasts as long as this (two years) but it did. then the CRASH came and i called myself deborah again.
that was thirty years ago. i am now 63. i am still bipolar. many people reading this my say (think), "she shouldn't identify AS bipolar. she should say she HAS bipolar disorder." perhaps that's true, but after living with it for over forty years, it is who i am. that's a fact, jack.
so, in other news of a personal nature, i have had four husbands. very short-term. number two and i have a 34-year-old son who is awesome. he has a wife who is equally so. and i have a granddaughter who is four and is nearly as amazing her dad. they live in truckee, CA. i live in reno. they are the ONLY reason i live in this very strange place. (dad lives in chicago -- he's a retired chicago cop; need i say more?)
one of the reasons i am on scriggler is to learn how to read and write again. even though i have masters in political science ('84), and up until 2009 read constantly, i am now unable to make a sentence make sense without immense concentration. this little bio has taken an hour and a ton of mental energy to write and i have to end.
thanks for listening