About contains a little me and my family info along with some bipolar disorder details plus mental health aspirations, credits, and comments.
I’m a retired Christian family man and free-thinking artist.
When I was young, words were boring. I would “read” books by studying the illustrations. I continued that practice long after I learned to read written language. I had to grow up a lot before I began to appreciate the art in words.
I’m still growing.
Sometimes I make up words. It’s a free country. At least it was when I was young. So I learned to think freely from the 1950’s and 1960’s culture that I was living in.
I like to call myself a “commonologist”. I like it because it reflects my demeanor. “Common…” because I am no better or worse than anyone I have ever met or heard of except One. And I’m an “…ologist” because I’m a fundamentally curious creature with an incredible knack for the obvious.
I believe that I share these traits with a lot of people.
Thank you for perusing my website and reading the words. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. It began as kind of my own personal version of social media but without much outside interaction beyond praying. I’m an introvert, so this has pretty much remained a public one sided therapeutic self-help self portrait project since its inception.
I hope this website helps you as much as it helps me.
Ed’s Art Net has changed over the years, especially after I retired at the beginning of 2020. Retiring and the Covid-19 pandemic “sheltering in place” created a lot of “free” time and it was a paradigm shift when I discovered how to create text hyperlinks.
That’s me in the photo… I’m Ed (Bear)… Edward Michael Caldwell to be exact. I live about an hour’s motorcycle ride from the Appalachian Mountains foothills in North Georgia USA. This photo of me was taken by Phoebe Chen at the Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall in Taiwan. I was relaxing from an August 2014 two week business trip at the Taiwan Technical Center. There, I worked with my good friend Rita Huang along with several other designers and managers. The people in Taiwan were great and it was easy to make friends. Rita ❤️ is special and treated me like a daughter! She is around the same age as my oldest.
I’m happily married with two beautiful daughters and the cutest, smartest granddaughter and grandson on the planet!
My good friend Travis of Echols Financial Services once asked if I thought God’s purpose for me was to be a teacher. I loved the question. Travis knows that I have some strong opinions.
But I’m an artist… not a teacher. I simply want you to feel good. I hope that something you saw, read or felt from this website and its links, helps you in some good way.
I’m not a natural born writer either. I struggle with spelling and grammar. When I think of writers, I think of Sean Dietrich. Sean is a wonderful and productive writer… writing something about good every day in his Blog.
Nor am I a prolific stereotypical artist. Stereotypes follow expected behavioral paths. When I think of prolific artists, I think of Salvador Dali, beautifully talented and just a wee bit wacky doodle.
When I was a kid, I started out with my own wacky doodle aspirations to become a mentally healthy family man, jet fighter pilot, astronaut and forest ranger. But not necessarily consistently in that order. At puberty my goal became rock’n roll star and motorcycle maniac. More wacky doodleness!
(It’s important to note that I didn’t die on my motorcycle. And that my rock’n roll band only lasted about three months. We actually got paid to play once.)
Now that I’m retired, I’m rekindling my youthful motorcycle, art and music dreams, but with a bit more patience.
… is a quote from my favorite writer, Sean Dietrich, “Sean of the South”. His wife was explaining to him why cooking homemade chicken soup takes a long time.
Many things in life require time to achieve and patience to realize. Dreams are no exception.
My wife introduced me to Sean of the South’s popular writings. His books and blog stories are about extraordinary people. People that most of us would stop at a polite greeting. Sean goes further.
I love his works, they are inspiring and humbling. He writes with a colorful southern wit that is both entertaining and enlightening. His daily Blog goes down well with my morning mug of joe. His writing helps align my disordered brain for a healthy kickstart to my day!
There are a lot of extraordinary people out there and Sean Dietrich is most definitely one of them!
“I don’t think anyone needs a reason to be nice.” Sean of the South
October 24, 2021 – I was introduced to Pop Tarts at age 13 and now I’m fast approaching 70. My current early morning ritual before I eat a good breakfast consists of a single unfrosted tart along with a stout mug of black coffee.
I negotiate this mass production pastry with my wife because she’s always trying to get me to quit the sugary treat. But I just cry a little and remind her that I prefer the unfrosted version (as if that should help). It’s like when I bought my first Indian a few years ago. I whined and cried (pestered is more accurate) for almost six months before she finally said, “I guess you’re not going to give up”… That was all it took. I made a beeline for the nearest Indian motorcycle dealer.
I’m not saying that Susan is an enabler. She’s a loving spouse that has to deal with a nine-year-old bipolar wacky doodle husband. She generously credits me with being “ten years old” and does her best with what she has to work with. I’m very blessed to have her as my wife and best earthbound friend!
Besides motorcycles and pop tarts, I also love my Ed’s Art Net website. Web building, unlike some art projects, lends itself to change and correcting. But I was spending way too many post pop tart hours reviewing and editing. So I’ve been proving lately that I can function without constantly tweaking my “high tech” hobby.
I have come to realize there’s actually “other” things that I can do to fill my post pop tart day. For example, I recently finished cleaning out several decades worth of neglected files. I made quite a large pile of shredded paper and enjoyed finding some forgotten memories including my ancient application for employment at Disney. I remember that they liked my illustrations but rejected me as an employee because of my background. At the time, I was a high school dropout so I expect they had many more better qualified candidates to choose from.
I didn’t get a job at Disney but I’ve had plenty of other second chances in life so maybe I can do less obsessing over my website as I keep moving forward.
June 3, 2022 – Recently, Susan and I started this detox diet that prohibits pop tarts and various other toxic chemicals that I love and enjoy. It was my daughter’s idea… she wants us to live longer. Kinda seems counterproductive to me. But after week one of three, I must admit that I do feel better.
December 28, 2021 – Well, I’m in trouble… AGAIN!
You know how people generally say cute things like “trouble is my middle name”… well “trouble” is my first and last name… my middle name is “always”.
I was good for a while. Spending time constructively, doing things like cleaning out decades of neglect from my file cabinet. But gradually I have fallen back into obsessively working on this website. Seems I can’t help myself. I am driven and I derive a lot of pleasure from Ed’s Art Net. But my wife and nurse, who by the way are taking good care of me, think that I’m spending way too much time editing and tweaking, as I said, AGAIN!
I’ve had issues with that in the past and we don’t want them repeated.
In my defense, I’m an artist. I’m obsessive. And I love my work. Ed’s Art Net is a fun and challenging therapeutic ART project. I enjoy browsing through it taking note where I typed wrong or where my grammatical skill lacks clarity and fixing it. It’s also fun to look at until I find my mistakes. But I enjoy my writing, especially after EDiting a few dozen times. I envy those natural born writers that seem to crank out great works time after time like making popcorn. I’m not a natural born writer but I do have things on my mind that I want to share. My thoughts don’t necessarily flow freely and in proper order so editing is necessary. Most all of what you read here has been scrubbed numerous times.
A lot of what I share is inspiration from my spiritual life and some of what I share is from my aspiration to be funny and entertaining. A good bit of what I share comes from my bipolar illness. And a portion is simply my art… mostly my youthful art… where angels were, very intently, helping me survive. I still get lots of help, but I’m more acutely aware of it these days.
Anyway, back to being in trouble… I’m on voluntary restriction. I’m supposed to limit my Ed’s Art Net activities to four hours a day. Two in the morning and two in the evening.
It’s only because my Susans love me. Yes there are two. And they are both natural born care givers… wife Susan and nurse Susan. And of course, I love them both.
I’ve witnessed my wife, Susan, help heal things… like birds and cats which will eat a bird given the chance, squirrels and dogs which will eat a squirrel, ducks and turtles which eat young ducks. She does her best to help about anything breathing. But we draw the line at mosquitoes! She’s also our family caretaker. Our grown up daughters still call her first whenever they have any health crisis.
My other Susan is a registered nurse. She has been successfully supervising me for quite a long time. Nurse Susan helps keep me on course without fencing me in. I wear a chemical straight jacket and she helps adjust the tension on the straps whenever they get too tight or too loose. I look forward to my visits with her. She actually understands my disordered brain.
Both my Susans see me as a health crisis project. I expect that’s because I do a lot of sitting and have bipolar disorder. Seems most of the things that I do involve sitting. About the only thing I do that doesn’t involve sitting is walking. But the ratio of sitting and walking tends to tip heavily on the sitting side. Both Susans want me to live long and be mentally and physically healthy so they work towards that end. Both are very good at their work.
It takes a strong person to deal with mental illness. I hope you are lucky enough to have a Susan in your life. I’m blessed with two!
Above is my beautiful favorite youngest daughter Kate ❤️ on the left and my beautiful favorite oldest daughter Ash ❤️ on the right. Their beautiful mom ❤️ deserves most of the credit for growing these two. I deserve a little. They both make us very proud!
January 26, 2022 – Peyton is my feline companion. God sent him to me via my youngest. God does things like that. He knows what’s best… like that 50’s TV sitcom about a really smart father, except way more smarter… “Father Way Knows Best!!!”
Peyton had a rough start. Chased by dogs near the expressway at a few months old and later abused to the point of a broken jaw and shoulder. Peyt did not have an ideal introduction into life.
Along comes my daughter. She takes him in and pays an enormous vet bill to repair his shoulder. They had to add a pin to put his bones back together. He still has the pin, crooked leg and a crooked bite. His leg and jaw healed just a bit off kilter.
I fell in love with Peyt right off the bat. He’s my animal kindred spirit. God knows what He’s doing! I thank God for Peyton. He accepts me same as I accept him.
Peyt is all cat but he follows me around like a puppy. Mischievous? Boy is he ever! He likes to get his paws into everything! He so reminds me of me! I think God gave me Peyton to show me what I’m like as a cat!
No one likes bad news. Peyton was diagnosed with lymphoma on January 12. He had been showing signs that something was wrong. After 13 years, I’m going to miss him terribly. Terribly to the point that my nurse and family are worried about my health. I told them that they worry too much. But as with any close loved one, when Peyt dies, part of me is going to die too.
Peyt has a very beautiful and strong spirit. I’ve always admired his fighting spirit. Like when he got snake bit. We think it was a copperhead because we’ve killed a few in our yard over the years. Peyton was strong at only a few years old but he wasn’t feeling too well after tangling with a poisonous snake. So we rushed him to the emergency vet clinic where they treated him as best they could. The doctor said his chances would improve with a hyperbaric oxygen chamber. The nearest one for pets was in Chattanooga, Tennessee two hours away. Long story short, that oxygen chamber might have been the thing that saved his life.
Peyton’s always been a biter. I suppose he learned that behavior as a kitten. I have received numerous bites because that’s how he learned early on to communicate.
Over the years Peyt has backed off the fierce biting a bit. His bites are more of the ‘I love you but I’m still the boss’ kind of bite now.
Love is conditional for a lot of people.
One of my friends recently told me that they didn’t understand how people could get so attached to animals.
I don’t understand how they can’t.
March 19, 2022 – I buried Peyt today. I had him euthanized at the animal shelter where he started his life with us.
I miss my buddy terribly. It was difficult to watch him succumb to the cancer. The disease slowly drained his strength in spite of Susan’s galant animal nursing efforts. I was helpless except to be his buddy and companion.
I worried over Peyton like a dad worries over his son. I never took Peyt for granted but God took him from me anyway.
I know God knows best. That keeps me moving forward.
And I have the best family on the planet.
Peyt is still with me in my mind and spirit. I’m grateful for the time we had.
i miss you Peyt
a spirit true
though i have your spirit
what i miss is you
i buried part of me
that’s what buddies do
because forever i will be
your companion too
It’s Okay to Cry
April 8, 2022 – If you’ve ever lost a loved one, and I know many of you have, they leave a vast hole in your heart. You just want to lay down with them. Your world stops and you cry. You may busy yourself with the mundane but your heart aches with every reminding thought. And you know that ache is never going to go away. Grief can last a lifetime. Of course you realize that time will make that vast hole a little smaller, but as long as you’re alive you know the ache will remain. You’d give anything to have them back. And you look forward to the promise of Heaven where you can once again be companions.
Clear Air Turbulence
My favorite oldest daughter ❤️ took this bygone picture of me with another family member. I’m the one with both eyes closed. Jake was always the mild-mannered ham! I must have been practicing for retirement.
I battle with demons. I fight bipolar disorder and I’m winning. Thanks to perseverance and the love I receive from God, family and friends… like my supervising nurse who shares my wife’s name.
There’s no known cure, so I will never be normal. Bipolar disorder is the modern day name for what was professionally referred to as manic-depressive disorder until 1980. Great strides occurred towards the end of the twentieth century in the successful treatment of this condition. New drugs became available that proved to help control the emotional extremes over time.
Bipolar disorder symptoms are not always readily apparent to people that surround someone with the illness. And unfortunately, not every person with bipolar responds well even to the modern medications that science has provided. Treatment is trial and error and depends a great deal on the bipolar individual to communicate honestly with their doctor to set a proper dosage of proper medication. Even then, there is no guarantee that the medications will work over a lifetime. Adjustments may be needed from time to time to keep emotions in check. Fortunately, there are now several options for doctors and patients to pursue. It is possible to lead a successful life with this condition.
My purpose in writing about my bipolar condition is to help enlighten those that know me by sharing a little of my experience. Also I want to help inspire anyone with bipolar realize that it’s possible to manage a relatively normal existence without being controlled by the extreme polarizing effects.
During a manic or depressive episode, lines blur between what’s real and unreal. Reality looses grip and delirium sets in. If you’re lucky, the delirium is not severe enough to kill, only maim. If that’s all that happens, then you might be able to write about it and possibly help someone else recognize the symptoms.
Diligently taking proper medication and a cautious lifestyle are the two main ingredients for success. Working with a doctor and their support group along with activities that do not represent episode “triggers” is fundamental.
It is important to learn from experience how to recognize the mood triggers and avoid them where possible. There are some good books that help too, such as Take Charge of Bipolar Disorder by Julie A. Fast and Dr. John Preston. If you know someone that is bipolar, I recommend giving the book a read. It’s designed to help family and friends also.
what actor knows
what the actor shows
melting as it grows
from stealth to prose
disclose not sanity’s gage
yet revealed on earth’s lighted stage
1978 – Pen and Ink on paper
I was not aware and had not been diagnosed with manic-depressive disorder when I created this drawing but I did know that there was something wrong with me. This drawing was inspired by the emotional extremes I had been experiencing for a long time.
Fortunately I had learned over my years how to hide my emotional state enough to function successfully around others. I managed as long as the “triggers” weren’t too great. I was hospitalized around 1977 after a mental breakdown but was not properly diagnosed… at the time the doctor believed I had taken LSD which was not true… all I knew was that I was not in full control of my brain. It wasn’t until 2003 after another mental breakdown that I was diagnosed as having bipolar disorder.
After my 2003 breakdown the doctors tried different medications at first but we finally settled on carbamazepine and risperidone for the mania and ultimately fluoxetine for the depression.
Early on in my treatment after a few years of feeling mentally stronger I got the idea that I no longer needed to take the medications. So with the doctor’s help my nurse and I began to reduce the dosages. I didn’t make it to completely eliminating the medications before I had a manic episode.
I’m grateful to my doctor and especially my nurse for that lesson as I am now diligent about taking my meds. I expect I will be taking medications for the rest of my life.
I’m fortunate that science was able to develop successful treatments for this complex illness. I believe my father may have been bipolar but since his episodic symptoms were of a violent nature I don’t feel that the doctors at the VA hospital understood this. I remember my mother saying something about “rage treatments”. I don’t know what all they used to treat him but I do know from my mother that they used shock therapy to calm him. He never got better for any long period of time while I was growing up so I suspect that they did not know how to properly treat him.
My father’s sister was somewhat promiscuous and attempted suicide more than once. My five years older than me half brother died of suicide at age twenty one. They both may have had manic-depressive (bypolar) disorder but I don’t know if they were ever diagnosed and treated for it.
The lower left end of the image (an upside down caricature of a human head) represents downward depressed thinking. The upper right end of the image (an upside up caricature of a fire breathing dragon) represents the high energetic insanity of what I eventually came to know as manic thinking. The tiny dragons inside each polarized head represent the suicidal thoughts that can accompany the two extremes.
i moved the wind from nowhere to nowhere
cradled among heaven’s bright and beautiful
unbound in uncharted abode
Sometimes manic thinking can be quite vivid, even extremely pleasant, making perfect sense to the individual but not usually to other people. Delusions of grandeur are common in the manic state.
thoughts of glory
thoughts with story
oh wonderful feeling
mind is reeling
with prescription pleasure
without medicinal measure
Sometimes manic thinking becomes distant. Racing thoughts can seem to have a life of their own… at its worse, it feels like someone else is controlling the brain. This can be very painful mentally as well as physically, kind of like sitting in the pilot’s seat of a jet aircraft and trying to control it with an array of external overriding remote controlling operators fighting over what direction and how fast the plane will go and each operator has a different flight plan. This extremely unpleasant condition can be horrifying and bewildering at the same time. It’s like watching a suspenseful horror movie that doesn’t make sense or provide a break in the tension.
Suicidal thoughts are also possible during the manic phase. Racing thoughts can lead to a feeling of hopelessness… a feeling of drowning in thought discontinuity… drowning in the sense of being aware of the lack of thought control.
thoughts fly by
no blinking eye
the soul sees
the mind leave
is this madness
where is adeptness
drowning yet alive
as soul cries
Manic behavior is unpredictable. Creativity can be extremely enhanced or thoughts can be wildly out of control. Achieving a safe mental balance with lifestyle and proper medication is always the primary goal.
i lost the wind from nowhere to nowhere
ordered midst the dark and distant
bound firm in toxic anguish
Depression will kill you. I see depression as an evil wandering black hole seeking to devour life. It uses all sorts of tactics like reminding you in elaborate detail… over and over… any and all mistakes you’ve made in your lifetime. It also likes to tenderize you with thoughts of unworthiness, making you believe that you do not deserve to live.
Another heart wrenching tactic is to take the joy out of the things that you love to do making you further feel inadequate unable to create and socialize.
The most heinous of all is the life threatening suicidal thoughts that can occur. Life can seem too much to bear and at its worst, death appears to be relief. At extreme states, medical support and guidance from outside is needed.
Bipolar depression stems from malfunctioning brain chemistry so there isn’t necessarily an outside stimulus or tangible reason for it. However, there are certain triggers that help feed depressed thinking. Self isolation is a major trigger. I have lots of good reasons to be a happy person but sometimes I’m fighting a battle.
the soul creaks
writhing wormy things bask in the dim
i shudder, i sicken, i’m sightless
when will this end…
this eclipse amid the day
stealthy demons lurking in the shadow…
laughing insanely in its playground
more than a thorn in the side…
a black hole slowly devouring being
i linger coveting death…
but take heart… have patience!
relief has always been time away
hold on to the rim
you know darkness seeps…
only ’til light casts it back to the deep…
until darkness comes again
Dealing with depression is a battle of the bad thoughts with good thoughts AND deeds. Depression is a stubborn greedy evil black hole.
PLEASE ask for help from outside when you first sense your depression is heading out of control. It is very important that seeking help from outside be part of your battle strategy when the black hole gets too near.
Some excellent advice on dealing with depression from my good friend Sean of the South… Dear Sean
i ride the wind from nowhere to somewhere
residing in God sheltered creation
reflecting science in earthly appreciation
Currently, there’s not a cure for bipolar disorder. But thankfully, science has developed several drugs that can help the brain operate without the extreme manic and depressed conditions.
Having a caring and stable home life is a great benefit. Managing bipolar is difficult at times but it is more so without people around you that want to help. I’m blessed with a wonderful caring family. Not everyone with bipolar disorder is as fortunate.
When you’re bipolar, you can become depressed for no apparent reason.
You could also be happy-go-lucky one minute and ready to end it all the next. Which is called “rapid cycling”.
Or you could be manic. Literally deliriously overjoyed with yourself one minute and completely out of touch with sanity the next.
Over time, you learn to take your meds and through experience, learn how best to deal with the symptoms. Kinda like learning how to function without eyes, ears or limbs. I think some of the strongest people on the planet are those missing a critical physical or mental component. Legs and arms for example, don’t grow back so you’re left with no positive choice but to adapt.
A lifetime is nothing compared to an eternity.
August 13, 2022 – I’m not suicidal as I write this. I’m reflective. I’ve had plenty of thoughts about suicide, but when it gets right down to it, I’ve always chickened out. I go on. I reckon that I would rather deal with wanting to die than actually die. My own mental illness has simply not been severe enough to end my life. But it’s my hope to help you by sharing my experience.
I’ve been bipolar stable for a number of years now thanks to medication, help from others, and perseverance. I pray and hope that my writings don’t disturb or worry anyone! I would appreciate your sending me an email and letting me know if it does. The last thing I want to do is give a wrong impression! I am fine!
Suicide is the mental equivalent of a terminal physical disease. It’s not a willful act to “commit” suicide. “Commit suicide” is a misnomer because it indicates that the victim was in control. The victim is not in control. The illness is in control. Suicide is the triumph of a disease just like a death from cancer. Only suicide is invisible making it impossible to physically diagnose and track.
Victims include all the people surrounding someone who has a suicidal disease. The survivors “guilt” believes that they could have done something to prevent it or even that they contributed in some way. But suicide is the internalized victory of a deadly illness, not the result of some external comment or action.
The suicide victim is overwhelmed with terrible and excruciating mental pain with no other apparent means of relief. Suicide is not a rational act.
The other victim, the loved one, falls prey to their own mental illness in a state of depression and anxiety. This depression can last off and on for a lifetime because the grieving victim is left empty and frustrated.
Probably the best medicine for suicide is talking. The suicide victim’s loved ones need help. Of course the suicide victim needed help but mental illness at its worse cannot be easily denied. Neither can cancer. Talking is therapy. There’s comfort in sharing with others even if they just listen. Suicide is not easy to talk about because it’s so difficult to personally deal with. Losing a loved one to suicide is devastating. My older brother put a 16 gauge in his mouth and pushed the trigger leaning against a tree behind his apartment in Oklahoma. He was 21
The folks at LifeStance Health provide excellent care designed for my specific needs. I’m especially grateful to my supervising nurse for her care, knowledge and understanding.
Bipolar Phases… the ever changing wind/mind
i moved the wind from nowhere to nowhere
cradled among heaven’s bright and beautiful
unbound in uncharted abode
i lost the wind from nowhere to nowhere
ordered midst the dark and distant
bound firm in toxic anguish
i ride the wind from nowhere to somewhere
residing in God sheltered creation
reflecting science in earthly appreciation
In my layman’s opinion, mental illness is a physical brain disorder and should not be completely separated from physical illnesses. A disordered brain will have some sort of physical failure. Either or both physically witnessed trauma (severe stress) and natural (inherited) chemical dysfunction.
People don’t usually fully recover after breaking down mentally. The awareness of a breakdown alone can propagate mental insecurity. We realize that we broke so there’s worry that we might break again. It’s somewhat comparable to a severe bone breakage. Many times severe bone injuries can continue pain for years if not a lifetime. Thankfully, science has developed drugs that help with both physical and mental pain. Many of us depend on our medications to fully function.
Society takes a barbaric role when it comes to dealing with mental illness. Typically hiding the mentally ill behind a social curtain, further separating the mentally disordered from the social world. In reaction, the mentally ill commonly separate themselves from society due to a lack of coping skills.
Just like with certain inherent physical conditions, there are mental illness conditions which are, or can become, acceptably manageable. People with mental problems can still function successfully in the marketplace and society. Sometimes even without the aid of medication and behavioral specialists.
But if we hide problems they don’t get fixed… they fester. Putting an isolating curtain in front of the mentally ill can be detrimental to everyone’s health.
The primary drawback from our socially hiding mental illness is that people can knowingly be mentality ill but fail to seek help because of the social stigma.
There’s also the fear of losing a career. A person who is outstanding and dependable in their job performance can suddenly become a liability if a mental disorder is revealed. Even if that person is functionally managing in a supreme manner.
There’s also the mentally ill that don’t know they are sick. I believe that if society accepted mental illness like it does for example, diabetes and high blood pressure, then people would eventually become more aware of their symptoms and seek professional help.
The most destructive effect of society’s hiding of mental disorders is suicide. Since the mentally disturbed are basically socially rejected, hope for help is diminished.
Typically if we discover that someone is mentally ill, we assume they’re incapable of normal behavior. While that may be true for some, it’s not true for all. You might be surprised to learn that your workmate or good friend has a mental disorder that they’ve been hiding for a long time.
The primary benefit from socially accepting mental illness as a treatable condition, is that the mentally ill can gain open and healing support from everyone.
I spent most of my life hiding my mental illness. For about half my life I wasn’t diagnosed but knew that something was wrong with me. I learned early on and first hand how important it is to socially hide mental illness. Our culture doesn’t tolerate the mentally ill. Currently culture is immature and mostly ignorant about mental health.
Now that I’m old and stable I don’t feel the need to hide, except that in revealing my bipolar condition, others tend to be either empathetic or else wary and uncomfortable. Mental illness unfortunately is unacceptable to mainstream society.
But exposing problems leads to solutions. And solutions lead to improvement.
Sometimes all a person needs is to be accepted.
Be aware and show you care!
Some coping aides that help me with mental maintenance…
August 29, 2022 – Building a website has been a rewarding experience akin to meeting a stranger and not knowing what to expect. Then after a healthy exchange becoming great friends.
I admire bears! I respect them. And I’m impressed by their keen ability to sleep. By and large, they are powerful and gentle creatures. I love their demeanor, which is usually quiet, steadfast and to the point. As with most wild animals, they typically mind their own business and try to keep away from humans. Which makes them smarter than dogs and cats. But if they lose their fear of humans because of readily available food, they most often end up being euthanized. So please don’t feed the bears! Unless his name is Ed!
Ed Caldwell (Bear)
Casting Art to the Net
Most of all, thanks to God who deserves ALL the credit!
Thanks to my family and friends for the help with spelling and grammar. But mostly for the life lessons, love and patient understanding!
The truest True lives inside each one of us!
Glory belongs to God!
Artists finish their work ~ An audience completes it
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