When You Lose Power In Your RV

Our home! Cyclone toy hauler…♥


** Note I use the term RV to mean any home on wheels such as: Motor-homes, 5th Wheels, Trailers, Tiny Homes, etc. **

Since a young age I have been in love with the idea of having a house I could take anywhere. I have my Great-Grandparents to thank for that for at the age of 12 they took me on a trip in their Motor-home up the west coast along the Pacific Coast Highway. I was in constant ‘Awe’ as we traveled from each 1000 Trails RV Parks’ along our route, oftentimes ‘hooking up’ right along the oceanfront, or amidst the beautiful Redwood Trees.

Anybody who has the privilege of inhabiting a traveling home knows exactly what I mean when I say “hooking up”… as our rigs are made to be plugged in for power, and the grey and black tanks are routed via a hose to the sewer. Some people are braver than I and actually “Boondock”… which means they aren’t hooking up to anything at all. I hope to one day travel to experience this way of life, but right now I am stuck in one spot with the luxury of connecting to power and sewer.

Several days ago, as dinner was cooking, we suddenly lost power. When you lose power, there are several steps to take to get it back going. First thing I always check is our GFI outlets… these are the plugs themselves that have two small buttons on them. When too much power is being pulled, it can often set one of those bad mamajama’s off thereby cutting off power to the plug. You may have experienced this using a blowdryer, or power tools… and it is a simple fix… you simply push the little button back in to resume power to that plug. However, it will happen again if you don’t assess what all is pulling power and unplug something else while you use your blowdryer/power tools.

After I have checked my outlets, and they are fine and dandy, I next go to my breaker box to see if a breaker has flipped. This is a simple fix as well… just flip the breaker switch back to its “on” position… being sure to check both the location and the main breaker.

I checked both of these things, and neither one was the culprit to our power loss. At this point I got nervous and turned my inverter on for my refrigerator. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night… without dinner at that.

The next thing I checked was the electrical box itself. This is the box that you have hooked your rig up to. It would have the option between a 30 & 50 amp switch. My rig runs on the 50 so I flipped it off and back on… still no power. Now, because my batteries were in working order, I had all the lighting I could want… which is great, but they couldn’t finish cooking my dinner nor run my air conditioners. Since it was late, I had no choice but to wait until the next day to call an RV repairman.

Luckily we are entering fall weather and there was no suffering due to the lack of air conditioning. It was a long night nonetheless courtesy of my close friend named “stress”, and I felt quite tattered by the time the repairman got here.

He listened closely to all I told him, and trusted I knew what I was talking about, skipping the usual act of going over everything I already tried. He went directly to his truck for another cord. He took mine off my rig, and screwed the new one in place, then plugged the other end into the electric box. Low and behold… we had power! After looking at my original plug, we found the cord to have an area that bulged out from the rest.

Problem Solved!!

Our power outage culprit!

So our power loss was due to the faulty/damaged cord you see above. I purchased a new one and we are back in business! Hopefully this post helps others experiencing power issues. Of course… if these simple suggestions do not work, consult a professional. Electricity can be deadly!

Happy simple living in your home on wheels… hope you love it the way we do!


A Moment In Stillness



It is amazing how long it can take some people to figure things out… To end their misery. I have told myself over and over that “nobody can make me happy… Only I can”.

Though I have spoken those words to myself aloud and otherwise… it was not until today that I said it out loud, and it became an “aha” moment.

It finally hit me… it empowered me!

This feeling was all new to me… a moment in stillness that reverberated through me.

Why? Because it means the difference between a miserable existence and a happy one.

I always believed that happiness could be sought, and found, through relationships… relationships with loved ones, and friends…relationships with men… but in all honesty, this is faulty thinking.

While relationships are important for us to feel fulfilled, they are NOT to be relied upon to make you happy. We should not put expectations of that magnitude onto others, and we should begin looking inwards.

Now, I am not saying we should be self-centered and make life all about “me, me, me”… that is unhealthy, ugly, self-serving behavior that creates only more pain and heartache, it certainly does not create happiness. Our happiness is ours to create… each of us personally needs to learn who we are, we need to become passionate for ourselves and passionate about what makes our hearts happy. That responsibility resides with nobody but ourselves.

As they say, happiness is a journey, not a destination. Don’t put off life… keep your eyes up and looking ahead, and be mindful while being here in the present.

For the present … well, the present is truly a gift.

©thebipolarmuse 2018

Beauty and Catastrophe




Dwelling in here is beauty and catastrophe…

limitless imagination…

bountiful frustration.

The moon resides more often than the sun.

An enticing tide,

Poetic ride.

The beast finds me no matter where I run.

Power finds me,

controls me, elicits behaviors

exceeding the one I call me.

Seraphs in heaven weep and pound

their fists…

Even they in their bliss,

can’t bring me peace.

Even I, being on bent knees,

Peace eludes me.

©thebipolarmuse August 2011

When The Sh*t Hits The Fan


When two people with mental health issues live together, certain challenges present themselves and add to the difficulties already present. I myself have a diagnosis of Bipolar 1 (along with several co-morbid “buddies” that often go hand in hand with said disorder), and the man I am dedicated to in life is diagnosed with bipolar (along with other co-morbid “buddies” as well), but the kicker is the diagnosis of “Intermittent Explosive Disorder”. I will do another post soon about that specific disorder, but lets just say that it  is a brutal issue to combat. It turns the man I love with all my soul into someone I don’t recognize. Not only that, but I am treated as though I am nobody special, even less than strangers. In fact, during an episode… I am spoken to with what sounds like loathing and fervent rage, but if a neighbor, or someone else comes along, they are spoken to with kindness and respect… something foreign to the way I am treated during these IED (Intermittent Explosive Disorder) moments.

It is a very lonely place to be when the anger is directed at you simply because you are the person closest. Even if he is trying with all his strength NOT to lash out at me (which I know is exactly what he is concentrating on), it is very lonely to be on my end of it. While he is trying to battle his anxiety, and his automatic “this is a disaster” thought process, he is completely incapable of offering help or suggestions, nor demonstrate any type of loving, supportive gestures to help encourage me as I do all I can to rectify the situation.

Yet…  I still help my man to my fullest capacity, and attempt to support him. I do all I can to fix the problem without turning it into some horrible difficult issue… I remain calm, cool, and collected, trying to keep him informed of what I am doing to fix the situation.  Even if his tone of voice is derogatory, or he emanates anger… I do all I can to help, reminding myself that this isn’t the “true” him, and he is fighting to come back to who he truly is.

Though I know this isn’t him per say, it still hurts… I still feel as though I am wilting away. I try to be a step ahead so I can predict what is needed… and I do it for him without hesitation… all the while, tears flood my eyes, and I keep my head low to hide them. They are a sign of weakness to him when he is this person… so I keep silent, don’t argue, stay busy, put on that loving smile I am great at wearing, and I keep my head down…

All the while, somehow, in someway…

I am breaking.

Knowing full well that when things come full circle,

He will return full of love and grace, and his loving embrace will encompass me…

And what once felt broken…

He will make whole… and then I am home.

©thebipolarmuse 2018

An Unquiet Mind by Kay Redfield Jamison


An Unquiet Mind by Kay Redfield Jamison is one of my favorite books about manic depressive illness, and finding this author became a ray of light at an important time of my life… my own personal breakdown. You can find a copy of this excellent read in print on Amazon, and they also have it for the Kindle. Not only is Kay Redfield Jamison the Author, she also works in the mental health industry, and lives with Manic Depressive Illness (aka Bipolar Disorder) herself. She gives a very detailed, educated, yet very personal account of the disorder and how it has shaped her life.

Reading the book sparked the following post originally posted in April 2010…


She touches so well on the circus in my head… literally a psychosis I experienced that was one of the most intense experiences I have ever had. Knowing I was not alone in this chaos was certainly of importance for there is no way to describe to someone what it is like to feel so cold that it feels like fire, or be surrounded by lights that seem so bright everything around you appears surreal. There’s no way to describe how loud a chirping bird sounds, or how strong and fragrant fresh cut grass can create nausea. There’s no way to explain the sound and feel of the earth beneath my feet as I walk…

Nor is there a way to explain what it’s like when all of those experiences are absent… as in a state of depression.

Depression is the monster on my back. It steals everything from me and leaves me with absolutely nothing… nothing other than misery. It leaves me with pain, sickness, indifference, and my most hated phrase: “All I know is I don’t know”.

When depressed, a walk in the park is absent of everything pleasant. I can’t hear children laughing and playing, I can’t smell the BBQ cooking, I can’t hear birds chirping or dogs barking, I can’t feel the breeze or the warmth of the sun, I can’t see people smiling and enjoying themselves, and worst of all… I feel devoid of life in general.

Depression is painful and torturous. It robs me of any happiness and is absolutely brutal. I have fought these feelings since I was 11yrs old… and 31 years later I am still trying to figure it out… trying to tame this beast.

It can be done… I will do it… WATCH ME.