What I need most is support from the mental illness community. When my grandfather passed, it destroyed me, and I was close to my grandfather and even closer to my mom, she is the only reason. The Bipolar Writer and my pen name James Edgar Skye exists, why I am who I’ve become, it was my mom.
Mental illness sucks. That’s the summation of my thoughts, usually after a depressive spiral. It’s what I think when a good friend loses a job because of a schizophrenic episode. … Continue reading Need Help? Go On and Ask for It
Recently, I have been waking up every morning and thinking, “Another day. Ho hum. Just another day,” while feelings of melancholy fill my heart and ache my soul. Although writing … Continue reading Living With Mental Illness is Like Swimming With A Great White Shark Lurking Nearby
This morning, I am sitting on the couch with one cat on each side of me. Both are stretched out and resembling potatoes (they are orange tabbies). Every so often … Continue reading Bella’s Babbles: Mosaics and Life
ventually, I got out of bed and was somewhat productive. I got up. I took a shower and tried to eat. I will admit it was all junk food, but it helped get me moving. I met with my client, did my three hours of interview time, and it helped me to at least find a silver lining when depression was all I had going that day.
It is funny how depression is so normal to me that I don’t really give much thought to it. I mean, I know when things are bad, I may feel … Continue reading What is What.
Mental illness is a bitch that leaves an unwelcome itch I cant scratch away. Believe me. I’ve tried all day. Can’t remove this crud that entered like mud after Hurricane … Continue reading An Unwelcome Itch – a poem
So I know it’s been awhile since I’ve posted here. I have been working on getting better since I’ve been out of the hospital. Its definitely been a struggle. I’m … Continue reading How I’ve been…..
It has been a while friends, and I am sorry. I was mad at the world. No one in particular, or at some level, I was angry at God. My … Continue reading The Bipolar Writer Has Been Gone, and I am Sorry
What is the saying for lemons? Is it the lemons don’t fall far from the tree? Or a bad lemon spoils the bunch? Oh yeah, I don’t think it is … Continue reading Bella’s Babbles: Lemons
My name is Bailey and I am defensive. I am defensive in a way that gets me in a lot of trouble. Something that took me a long time to … Continue reading Never Wrong.
Awhile back, I advocated in favor of having children when you have a mental illness. Even at the time, I felt wishy-washy in doing so. I may talk the talk … Continue reading How to Have Kids When You’re Crazy
With the news of James’ mom’s recent passing, I find myself reflecting on my own parent/child relationship. How lucky am I to have her, and how much I feel for … Continue reading My mother.