I’m sorry. It is something I have found myself repeating often. I am sorry when someone has a bad day, when I mess up, when someone else messes up, … Continue reading Sorry Not Sorry.
Twenty something headed into my thirties. I am in the awkward stage of being a broke college student and a full fledged adult. Contemplating life's biggest decisions while attempting to keep up with those around me.
I have always been a giver, but how much of that is out of guilt? I made a lot of poor choices as a kid. Namely that I used to … Continue reading Self-Sabotage.
I took a step forward today. I applied about a year ago to become a speaker for the Rape Abuse & Incest National Network (RAINN) speaker’s bureau. I suffer from … Continue reading I’m Better Than This.
I once read that a good strategy in dealing with bipolar is to recognize what is an episode and what is just a run of the mill bad day. … Continue reading The List.
Depression has consumed my life. I take my medicine, I go to the doctor, and I push myself to list the positives when I want to dwell on the … Continue reading A Little Reminder to Myself.
Sometime over the past couple months I just gave up. I stopped showering as often, stopped answering calls and texts from my family, and stopped going to class. If … Continue reading All I Need Is A Little Help From My People.
Please forgive me for the things I said And for the things I didn’t Forgive me for the outbursts For the door slams For the silent treatment Forgive me for … Continue reading Please Forgive Me.
“I be high, then I be low.”-Kid Kudi But seriously, this is how my life used to be. Before I sought out help to maintain my moods and take control … Continue reading Whelmed.
What is going on? This is how it began. My diagnosis. It began with anger that I seemingly couldn’t control. It came out of nowhere and had no reasoning. I … Continue reading Throwing Anger Around Like Confetti.
I am an outspoken person when it comes to mental health. It is clear that I am a passionate advocate for bipolar and depression. I feel like I would be … Continue reading Survivor Shame.
Lamictal. Rexulti. Seroquel. This is my religion. I am at their mercy They are my Gods Whenever I am reminded how much three little pills balance out my life, I … Continue reading Three Little Pills.
Eunoia. It was my blogs original name. It is what I called it and it was perfect. I feel that I have to emphasize my reason for writing. It started as … Continue reading Eunoia.