My Misadventures With Weight Gain and Bipolar

I used to be rail thin. Skinny jeans and all. Ironically, since getting sober seven years ago, I’ve developed what might be mistaken for a beer gut. It’s not drastic, but I have definitely changed from a small to a medium shirt thanks to my potbelly. At 5’7”, I weigh 174 pounds, which is considered overweight by body-mass-index standards. It was a rude awakening when I recently had to check the box for “a little extra” on the dating site OK Cupid.

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November 03, 2018

Bipolar, Self-Care & Symbiotic Relationships

When I was finally able to reach Ariel, she was in a nursing facility following a suicide attempt. The first night we spoke, we sobbed unintelligibly from either side of the line. We were both so scared. My heart was breaking and hers was already smashed. “I’m coming to see you tomorrow, OK? Is that OK? Can I come see you?”

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October 29, 2018

Staggering Opioid Supply: 25 OxyContin Pills for Every Floridian

The opioid crisis is still a five-alarm fire, as I’ve said before, and it couldn’t be more palpable than in Florida, where over the last two decades “pain clinics” were popping up faster than Starbucks. The situation in Florida was so dire that one of the biggest manufacturers of OxyContin, Mallinckrodt, sent 500,000 pills to the state between 2008 and 2012 to keep up with demand, according to 60 Minutes. That’s enough Oxy to supply each and every citizen of Florida with 25 pills apiece.

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October 18, 2018