I am Renée A. Schuls-Jacobson.
The girl with the ridiculously long name.
I know. It is a mouthful, and no one ever calls me all of that, so you can just call me Renée. Or Nay. Or if you want to get all fancy and French, you can call me Née.
I can tell you are digging me and you’d like to take our cyber friendship to the next level.
I’m so glad you asked!
When my son was a wee thing, I started my own business as a professional organizer. In helping people to organize their external messes, I witnessed the strong (and often irrational) connection people sometimes have to certain physical possessions.
Now in my 40s and muddling through a divorce, I’ve been forced to face my own invisible messes, including my horrifying experience withdrawing from Klonopin, a highly addictive psychiatric medication, which I started taking in 2005.
After 30 months of intense suffering, I’ve been resurrected – a phoenix, come from the ashes, ready to battle doctors and big Pharma, while offering empathic support to those still suffering protracted withdrawal symptoms.
I also write about divorce and, sometimes, I post pictures of my artwork.
A perfectionist by nature, I still like everything in its place.
I am learning to find beauty in the chaos.
Because it’s true.
Life doesn’t fit in a file folder.
*Comments opened on 1/15/12, Revised 1/30/16