The Post of My Heart: “The Found Girl” on The Lithium Chronicles


Dear Friends,

It has been a hell of a week. ¬†Last Friday I was high (it was natural! No inhaling took place. ūüėČ from sharing my good news about my book deal with Post Hill Press. ¬†I’ll be honest with you – despite hoping to get a few solid hours of writing done, I¬†did diddly squat.

That same day, Nicole Lyons, the feisty founder of wildly popular The Lithium Chronicles Facebook community, kicked off her Mental Health Warrior month by publishing my post “The Found Girl” on her blog. I was honored, to say the least.

I selected “The Found Girl” because out of the 275 posts I’ve published, it’s one of my very favorites. I had problems trying to reblog it, so I’m posting¬†the link: ¬†

I usually ramble for another 818 words, but today I’m giving you a break. I hope you’re all doing well, dear bloggers.¬†

love, Dyane

p.s. As some of you know, I enjoy promoting sites/resources I believe in, so I’m sharing¬†some of my favorites here. ¬†Please help me spread the word about ’em & I’ll be forever in your debt!!

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Dr. Karraa’s¬†new book Transformed by Postpartum Depression: Women’s Stories of Trauma and Growth has been the #1 Amazon bestseller in the Postpartum category! Please buy a copy¬†for anyone you know who has been affected by postpartum depression – it’s a truly remarkable, unique, and most important, inspiring book. ¬†To purchase a copy please go to:


Sweet Puppy Love

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I’m in love with LUCY!

Yes, as of last night I’ve been utterly smitten by a furry bundle of joy who has been named¬†Lucy Harwood. ¬†My girls chose the name¬†Lucy with such enthusiasm that Craig and I couldn’t say no to them. ¬†Did you know that Lucy is the #1 most popular female dog name in the United States? ¬†I just found that out five¬†minutes ago, but that’s no matter. ¬†God knows there are enough unique names in this family. ¬†I chose my daughters’ names Avonlea and Marilla from L.M. Montgomery’s classic book “Anne of Green Gables”. ¬†I’m satisfied with creative naming for the time being.

Regarding the name “Lucy”, well….at first I was reluctant. ¬†But now that we have this seven-week-old, happy-go-lucky fluff, it suits her! ¬†When we brought her home last night it was an amazing experience. ¬†My family consists of supreme dog lovers, let me tell you. ¬†My girls kept telling us in dazed tones, “I can’t believe this is really happening!” They have wanted a dog for several years, so they are truly thankful for Lucy¬†and they’ve been treating her as if she were royalty. ¬†(Which she is.)

I’m a little high myself on this puppy and perhaps from washing her with strong-scented lavender puppy shampoo. ¬†Lucy had a few fleas and we wanted to nip those little suckers in the bud. ¬†I grew up with dogs on Las Pulgas Canyon in Los Angeles, and Las Pulgas literally means fleas; our poor Irish Setters had terrible flea problems. ¬†I loathe fleas and I will banish them from Lucy’s fur as much as I can!

I now have what I consider an “Emotional Therapy Animal”, but of course that’s unofficial. ¬†I have¬†no¬†idea if registering Lucy¬†for such a title would be worthwhile, but I’m curious. ¬†As far as I know, having an Emotional Therapy Animal allows a person to bring a dog on a plane and into a store, but that’s about it. ¬†

I’d love to bring Lucy to my psychiatric sessions, as that would help relax me. ¬†My psychiatrist rents an office part-time at a¬†very cool, progressive complex called The Satellite. ¬†Other Satellite business owners bring their dogs to work, so I’d think that it would be fine if I did too. ¬†On second thought, what if¬†my pdoc has animal dander allergies and objects to little Lucy? ¬†I wouldn’t bring her along in that case.

As I’ve always been curious¬†about emotional support animals, I Googled¬†“emotional support animal”. ¬†The first link that popped up led me to the “The United States Dog Registry” but they are NOT a reputable organization.

I plan to write more about this topic in the days to come, as today I’m staying offline way more than usual due to my PUPPYLOVE condition – I can’t focus well on anything but Lucy! ¬† ¬†But please check out the informative comment my friend, author & dog expert Beth Mader left below in the meantime because it really sheds welcome light on the subject.

I’m also curious what Kelly, my other trusted dog expert over at Mental Health Warrior, thinks of all this. ¬†Kelly is an amazing mental health coach, blogger and mom to her gem of a dog Molly, who is featured¬†in this wonderful post – one of my faves from her blog:

I’m sure that Kelly will¬†share with me if she’s had personal experience with her dog as a support animal. I am super-grateful to Beth Mader for alerting me to the fishy organizations because that would be the last thing I would want to pursue. ¬†Here’s an extra-big thanks to you, Beth!

In the meantime, I’m going to chill with my new best friend before the girls get home and mild pandemonium ensues. ¬†Just sitting here and writing next to this sweet puppy is such a comfort – there’s nothing like a freshly bathed, snoozing puppy.¬†

Wishing you a relaxing time that’s all your own today!



The Furry Antidepressant



As of this writing on Tuesday morning, I’m unsure¬†which puppy pictured above will join our home tonight. ¬†We don’t care which collie shepard we shall be graced with -we’ve spent time with them and they are both amazing, wriggling¬†fluffs of joy. ¬†

Our family is totally freaking out about our new addition…in the BEST way possible!

And now more than ever, I believe in “furry antidepressants”. ¬†Please allow me to explain:

In my late twenties, a decade before I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I suffered the demise of a relationship that sent me reeling into my first full-blown clinical depression. ¬†A Paltrow/Martin-like conscious uncoupling it was not! ¬†My boyfriend betrayed me with a born-again Christian. ¬†(I didn’t think either of them acted in a very Christian-like manner to tell you the truth.) ¬†To be honest, he was literally not in his right mind when that all went down. ¬†This person who I had been faithful¬†to¬†for almost five years turned out to be diagnosed with bipolar disorder.

Life is stranger than fiction.

Thank God I had my two dogs Tara and Shera to see me through during those dark months of despair.  My depression hit so hard that I quit my full-time special event production  job.  I applied for temporary disability to make ends meet.  

I saw my first psychiatrist Dr.C. at age twenty-six. ¬†He was the close friend of someone I knew and trusted. Although¬†he reviewed my family history in which I mentioned my father’s bipolar disorder, he didn’t think I had any tendency for the same mood disorder. ¬†Dr. C. diagnosed me with¬†clinical depression and prescribed Paxil, my very first psychiatric medication. ¬†I took Paxil for about five months and I slowly but surely pulled out of that nightmare depression. ¬†

Aside from Paxil and therapy, what helped me most¬†were my dogs. ¬†While I let just about everything in my life go to the wayside: job, cleaning my studio, cooking, etc. I couldn’t coop up my dogs every day. ¬† I lived close to a beautiful field in Santa Cruz called Lighthouse Field. ¬†This once-dog-friendly state park, bordered the¬†Pacific Ocean and it overlooked the famous surfing point Steamer Lane. ¬†The Mark Abbot Memorial lighthouse, built in memory of a young man who drowned while body surfing, loomed over the surfers.

Lighthouse Field became my second home. ¬†Every afternoon,¬†Tara, Shera and I explored the numerous park trails. ¬†I had plenty of time, and the habit helped to structure my day and give me exercise. ¬†I let Tara and Shera run off-leash to their heart’s content. ¬†They absolutely loved that field and, along with my dogs’ happiness, I appreciated the park’s natural beauty. ¬†

Most of the other dog owners who visited¬†Lighthouse Field were conscientious; the neighborhood in which the field was located consisted primarily of middle-to-upper class residents. ¬†Obviously that didn’t always mean that those well-to-do dog owners knew what they were doing. ¬†Some of them couldn’t care less about picking up after their dogs, which gave me “trail rage”.

In any case, the field became a profound place of healing.  As my dogs were the reason I made the commitment to walk there, I give Tara and Shera just as much credit as Dr. C, Paxil and therapy for helping me recover. Being outdoors in the fresh ocean air contributed to my depression lifting, while exposure to the natural sunlight helped me as well.  



 Lighthouse Field State Park

Ever since Tara died in my arms, and I held¬†Shera as she was put to sleep, I’ve had a void in my life. ¬†I didn’t fully realize this emptiness until a few days ago, believe it or not. Over the years since their deaths it was difficult for me to look closely at anything pet-related. ¬†When I was around other people’s pets, I felt the loss of my dogs, even though I enjoyed petting the animals and being present with them as best as I could.

As soon as I realized last weekend that we were opening our home to a pet once again, my heart soared. ¬†What makes this time extraordinarily special is that it’s not just me who wants a dog so much – my two girls have been begging us for a dog for literally years. ¬†They are beyond excited. ¬†I know that when I see them shower our puppy with their love and learn how to care for a pet, it will be an incredible experience for me and Craig.

One of my best memories growing up was spending time with our two Irish Setters Tanya and Amber. ¬†My Dad¬†loved his dogs, and he passed that love for pets on to me. ¬†I think that when he experienced his bouts of manic depression (as it was referred to when he had it) his dogs really gave him comfort. ¬†I like to think that wherever he is now, he’s really happy to see me bringing a dog into not only my life again, ¬†but his granddaughters’ lives as well.

Mental Health Warrior Kelly, who has become my friend through the blogosphere, often writes about the wonder of her dog Molly and how she has helped Kelly with mood challenges.  Apart from that, Kelly won me over in a heartbeat when I discovered she created  beautiful mental-health-based e-cards for depression , anxiety, and hope & support.   She offers these cards for free through her website!

Here’s the link to Kelly’s popular, classic post¬†31 Powerful Life Lessons I Learned From My Dog:

It’s time for me to reluctantly move on to the more mundane part of my day. ¬†I’ll end with writing¬†that if you, dear reader, have bipolar disorder and you have a pet, please give yourself a LOT of credit. ¬†It’s hard enough to take care of ourselves, isn’t it? ¬†But when you add a dependent creature into your world, your life becomes more challenging. ¬†I believe that anyone with bipolar disorder who has a pet, be it a fish, a rabbit, a chicken, a cat, a dog or whatever (but not a pet rock!) is helped by that pet very much, in all kinds of ways.

I really do believe that having and caring for a pet is more therapeutic than most of us realize. ¬†Pet stewardship is not all honky dory – I didn’t miss cleaning up dog poop during my pet-less years, and I didn’t miss the other pet “liquid emissions “and stressful trips to the vet. ¬†But this time around I know it will be worth it to have these inconveniences if it means having more love in our home. ¬†I know my Dad would want that for us.


The author/artist SARK wrote and illustrated her bestselling poster called “Dogs Are Miracles with Paws”.

(Yes, feline lovers, ¬†there’s a cat poster too!)

“A dog’s nose in the palm of your hand can cure almost anything, dogs are made of love and fur, let your dog take you for a walk, dogs are a sure thing, here’s a little known dog secret: dogs have no secrets, dogs are like vanilla ice cream – reliably delicious, dogs are wise agents directly from heaven, if you had a tail, wouldn’t you wag it?, there are no bad dog’s, be your dog’s best friend, dogs like dancing, drive-in movies and dreaming, God made dogs and spelled his own name backwards, dogs make great therapists, kiss your dogs all the time, some dogs are nap dogs, dogs invented unconditional love, dogs are party animals, apply dog logic to life: eat well, be loved, get petted, sleep a lot, dream of a leash-free world, live your dog’s life!”