Imperfect
I expressed some stances in my earlier post on this blog. I called the post “Perfect” because it had to do with the impression that we need a perfect life … Continue reading Imperfect
Author: ivanabikorovih
Time management
I decided to do this topic since I am facing a new severe health issue aside from bipolar, something that also starts as an invisible disability. Still, I am so … Continue reading Time management
Real
I dedicated the last few posts to people living with mental illness who managed to engage with the world and produce art. I don’t know of any data, but from … Continue reading Real
Story Of Slava
History of insane asylums is an interesting story. The oldest one in Croatia has an exhibition gallery named after one female artist. The critics overlooked her work for decades although … Continue reading Story Of Slava
True Colours
I often feel judged. I think in previous posts, I dedicated attention to it. I’ve decided to write about people that marked the foundation of our civilisation and who also … Continue reading True Colours
Own Our Evil/Rebel
Sometimes people are so understanding of mental ill-health. Way too understanding. I am talking about the situations when they attribute everything we do to poor health. I am not saying … Continue reading Own Our Evil/Rebel
Crazy Cab
I remember vividly that summer I’ve spent in the hospital. That was the first time I was treated with a proper medication that brought me recovery in the end. It … Continue reading Crazy Cab
Perfect
I went to a birthday party, not so long ago. It was not the usual birthday party. I needed to go because it was the brother of my childhood friend. … Continue reading Perfect
To All The Warriors Out There
I had a hard time learning that, since the diagnosis, I became somehow less than a person even to some people quite close to me. I had to end ties, … Continue reading To All The Warriors Out There
The Inner Critic
My close friend often hears kind words from me, but just as often he is trying his best to dismiss them, invalidate them. He didn’t hear many kind words in … Continue reading The Inner Critic
Know your enemy
More than a decade ago, before I was even officially diagnosed with bipolar, I came back to the island of my ancestors to recover. My parents own a home there, … Continue reading Know your enemy
