Getting through a day…

If I were to single out one thing that I find difficult to explain to outsiders, it’s how radically my sense of time and priorities have changed. Overall, I am doing pretty well. I am researching and writing, working on my marriage, planning new undertakings, doing some hard work in trauma therapy, and putting my … Continue reading Getting through a day…

Alcoholism, bipolar disorder, and me

Reflections on alcoholism and mental illness inspired by Esmé Wang’s The Collected Schizophrenias. This past week, I finished reading Esmé Wang’s graceful and unmooring collection of essays, The Collected Schizophrenias. Diagnosed with schizoaffective disorder (roughly speaking, a fusion of bipolar disorder and schizophrenia), Wang grew up in northern California and studied at Yale, where she experienced … Continue reading Alcoholism, bipolar disorder, and me

Safe spaces, alcoholism, and being a professor

This past week, my partner and I were invited to a regular lunch organized for people in recovery at the campus we are currently visiting. We were intrigued, but had no idea what to expect. Held on a different day each month (to include people with diverging schedules), the lunch takes place in a private … Continue reading Safe spaces, alcoholism, and being a professor