Caged No More, my personal blog, aka truths of my soul:
cagednomore.org
Hey, I'm Amanda. You'll find me in my most vulnerable form, sharing the truth of my journey in life, its struggles, and all that I've learned. I try and inspire others to overcome as well. Many years I wandered as a weary, confused soul. However, during this past decade I finally figured out who I am-well at least where to start... :) <3
Back in high school I was Drum Major of the high school marching band 3 years straight, and played first chair clarinet in the orchestra-more gifted, and a true leader than I ever thought or knew at the time. The pressures of society, very low self esteem, and genetics, led me to Bulimia. The beginning of troubles. I set out to college with outstanding high school honors in 2003, majoring in psychology because I always wanted to heal with words (being more of an artistic person and less scientific or what not). In spring of 2004, my world was shaken and forever changed with an unexpected manic episode. The Bipolar diagnosis brought along a handful of hospitalizations, routine maintenance Cognitive Behavioral therapy, and medications. Because of the obstacles that followed, I have become a strong mental health awareness advocate, and I'm healing with words, just not how I'd planned.
cagednomore.org
Hey, I'm Amanda. You'll find me in my most vulnerable form, sharing the truth of my journey in life, its struggles, and all that I've learned. I try and inspire others to overcome as well. Many years I wandered as a weary, confused soul. However, during this past decade I finally figured out who I am-well at least where to start... :)
<3
Back in high school I was Drum Major of the high school marching band 3 years straight, and played first chair clarinet in the orchestra-more gifted, and a true leader than I ever thought or knew at the time. The pressures of society, very low self esteem, and genetics, led me to Bulimia. The beginning of troubles. I set out to college with outstanding high school honors in 2003, majoring in psychology because I always wanted to heal with words (being more of an artistic person and less scientific or what not). In spring of 2004, my world was shaken and forever changed with an unexpected manic episode. The Bipolar diagnosis brought along a handful of hospitalizations, routine maintenance Cognitive Behavioral therapy, and medications. Because of the obstacles that followed, I have become a strong mental health awareness advocate, and I'm healing with words, just not how I'd planned.