30 Day Challenge: Day 28 – Something you miss

Snelgrove’s Malted Milk Ice cream

Snelgrove was a Utah institution for years.  They closed all their shops a few years ago, which means I can never again taste my favorite ice cream flavor in the world:  Malted Milk.

Unlike it’s copy cats, it did not have Whoppers or malted milk ball candies in the middle of it.  It was just pure malt flavoring.  And it was good.  Creamy and delicious…if I close my eyes I can almost taste it again.

Every summer my Mom would drive us down to Sugar House (which seemed really far away back then) and she would buy a 3 gallon tub of Malted Milk ice cream, which we would proceed to eat for the entire summer.  The last time I even had some was when the hubs and I were living with my Grandma and she had some in her deep freeze.  This was 11 years ago.

I miss it.  I miss this ice cream so badly.  No other ice cream flavor can compare.


30 Day Challenge: Day 27 – A problem you have or have had in the past

Mountain Dew Addiction

First step – Admitting that I am powerless against Mountain Dew.  I can’t have just one.  Once I start, I can’t stop.  Whether I buy it in 12 pack cans or run to the gas station at inconvenient time to fill up my 32 oz cup.  Which is why I feel like I can’t have any at all.

I believe this addiction to caffeine in the form of a sugary, citrusy soft drink, is a problem I will always have whether I’m currently drinking it or not.

Book Review – Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen

Girl, InterruptedGirl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Girl, Interrupted is Susanna Kaysen’s memoir of spending time in a psychiatric institution in the late 1960s.  Having seen the movie a decade ago, I’ve always been interested in the source material.  It’s a relatively short book and very easy to read.  For delicate eyes, there is some saucy language in a few chapters, but these are quotations from the girls Kaysen was institutionalized with and appear to add authenticity to the text.

In 1967, Kaysen was an 18 year old girl full of ambivalence for her future.  After only meeting with her for 15 minutes, a psychiatrist she has never met decides to institutionalize her.  She is there for almost two years.  There she meets a whole host of colorful personalities and deems herself and her roommate, Georgina, the least crazy of the bunch.

Years later with the help of a lawyer, Kaysen obtains her hospital records and learns she was diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, something that was never told to her.  She was only ever told that she had a Character disorder.

I quite enjoyed Kaysen’s memoir and found the format rather interesting.  It is not a linear narrative and instead each chapter is a short story within itself.  You can feel the confusion Kaysen felt during those two years because she should have never been institutionalized.  She even says that she feels like the hospital actually made her crazy during her time there.

It’s interesting to look back 40 years and know that someone who is diagnosed with a Borderline Personality Disorder is not someone that would ever be institutionalized for years.  Most therapists I know believe that there is no treatment, no pill, that can alter this diagnosis.  Kaysen says in her book that if she had Bipolar disorder she could just take Lithium and be out of the hospital tomorrow, but BPD is not something you can cure or medicate.

Kaysen took the title of this memoir from Dutch Painter, Johannes Vermeer’s painting, “Girl Interrupted at her Music” and I felt that this title was incredibly appropriate.  Kaysen’s story feels like she was a non-conformist adolescent trying to figure out her place in the world when she was interrupted by this hospitalization. Kaysen does not impose any moral judgments into the text and instead lets the reader judge for themselves what is insight and what is insanity.

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