At 10 years old, someone in the world snapped their fingers, and I grew up. Over the years, Dad and I took on more responsibility for caring for Mom. Now, you won’t see a ton of my Dad on the rest of this page or in Chronic Oasis in general. Because of this, I want to make sure you know that yes, my Dad is still alive and indeed, we love each other. The thing is, my Dad isn’t into sharing his private experiences with others -- online and (much of the time) in-person. I respect his wishes and if he does make an appearance on here every so often, know that it’s by his choice.  

To give you a broad overview of what happened next medically, when I was 20 years old, Mama S received her next diagnosis -- clinical depression. 

In September of 2015 the idea for Chronic Oasis began to percolate in my mind. I could explain with written words why said percolation began in the first place. *Spoiler Alert* It wasn’t a sunshine and rainbows situation. However, I know in my heart of hearts and brain of brains that sharing a video is the way to do it. Speaking this aloud remains uncomfortable on the best of days. But if it can help even one person...well, here we go. 

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