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.
Dear patients, Stigma is ever present when it comes to mental health, but I feel that it needs to be addressed. It needs to be addressed over and over and … Continue reading Dear Patient
You know when you are home alone, and every little noise will freak you out? This was not that. I have had this happen. When I was younger, I couldn’t … Continue reading Bumps in the Night.
I’m Bailey. It’s weird to write that. Yes, that is my name. No, I have not formally told anyone that. I write about my mental illness often. It isn’t a … Continue reading One Size Does Not Fit All.