The Weight of Emotional Baggage

For the last several months, I’ve been writing one writing related post and one mental health post every month. I planned on continuing that plan through the fall. I have a list of topics to choose from, all of which I’m passionate about.

But hypomania has started to fade, and depression is moving in. And, y’all, awareness is hard work. It’s work I do gladly and willingly–no one has asked me to do it–but it takes a toll. Every post about bipolar disorder I’ve written has cost me emotional energy. And all summer, I was up for it.

This month, I’m not. It even took me weeks to write this post. I’m doing fine mentally, but I’ve begun to walk the line between depression and stability. I have to be very careful about how I spend my emotional energy, or I’ll burn myself out.

This post is a mixed-metaphor explanation of why I’ll be relatively quiet the next few months. I’m still writing like crazy, and I’ll still post updates about it. But I’ll probably take a hiatus from the mental health posts. But don’t worry, I’ll return to spreading awareness soon.

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I write speculative fiction inspired by mythos from around the world, complex family dynamics, and my own experiences living with mental illness. After earning my BA in Linguistics from Brigham Young University in 2008, I received my MFA in Creative Writing from Converse College in 2012. I live in Denver, where my husband and I spend countless hours chasing our three young sons (and sometimes catching them!). I collect tarot decks, dye my hair mermaid colors, and procrastinate by decorating my home. My debut novel, Feathers Sharp as Knives, releases on May 2, 2023.

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