When relentless low-level anxiety intensifies, pries open the door to depression, and abruptly rebounds somewhere in the vicinity of a blissed and coked out Robin Williams...it's exceptionally hard on both the person experiencing said tripolar mental health jambalaya as well as said person's life partner and children.

However, when one has most of the tools to contend with whatever shit show one's neurochemistry provides and exceptional people who support and illuminate one's limitations...it's possible to come out on the other side stronger, happier, healthier, and grateful.

It's been said by generations of people wiser than me that it takes a village to raise a child.  I'm here to tell you that it also takes a village to raise an adult.

Here you'll find an introduction followed by a conversation between me and Jen.

Thanks for hanging.