I write to share my story openly and honestly about living, surviving and thriving with Bipolar 1 Disorder to increase awareness, educate, reduce stigma, prevent suicide, inspire, give hope and let God's love shine through me and touch you. I have given many presentations to share my story, inspire others, increase awareness, educate and reduce the stigma of mental illness and suicide. I have given presentations at a local University, spoken as a certified NAMI presenter and spoke to police officers and social workers for their Crisis Intervention Training. I have also been interviewed by our local newspaper and news station to share my story. I finished writing my first, very rough draft of my memoir in November. I need to add more to it and edit it a lot. It is a work in progress, but I pray one day it will be completed and I will get it published one way or another. God has saved my life numerous times. He is always with me through all my struggles, holding my hand and catching my tears. There is always hope and recovery is possible. I am living proof of that. When you have hope, you have life. "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." ~Maya Angelou

My Dear Old Friend

You use to help me when I needed you the most. Dependable. Reliable. Confident. Creative. Sharp. Quick with the wit. You helped me find the perfect words to say. Reminded … Continue reading My Dear Old Friend

Ripple Effect of PTSD and Mental Illness

I wrote this about a week ago after a visit from my parents. My PTSD was triggered significantly after only seeing them briefly, but I made it through once again. … Continue reading Ripple Effect of PTSD and Mental Illness

Hide and Seek and the Pursuit of Happiness

Besides mental wellness, what else are we pursuing on our recovery journey? I believe one of the main and obvious answers is… happiness. Not until we are lost do we … Continue reading Hide and Seek and the Pursuit of Happiness

The Stigma Bubble – a poem

I once lived in a bubble the mental illness kind of bubble. I didn’t know the truth, only what I saw on TV. Pretending it wasn’t real. Refusing to see the … Continue reading The Stigma Bubble – a poem

Little Did I Know – A Post and a Poem

Little did I know, when I taught my children to love unconditionally and to help others they would ultimately be learning to help me, their mother, as well. Little did I … Continue reading Little Did I Know – A Post and a Poem

The Things I would Have Missed

I am a suicide attempt survivor and because of that I will never be the same again. On February 17, 2018 I should have died. On that day I should … Continue reading The Things I would Have Missed

Empty Your Pockets

This is a free verse poem I wrote because I have been struggling with my PTSD lately. This poem is for anyone that has ever been hurt before. I hope … Continue reading Empty Your Pockets

The Wall of Silence

People are afraid to intervene with someone who is having mental health issues or is in crisis. Sometimes it is fear of the unknown and/or a fear of not knowing … Continue reading The Wall of Silence

PTSD is Like the Overdraft Fee in My Memory Bank

Memories—some I cherish and want to remember forever and some I want to forget. A memory is the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information. I wish we could … Continue reading PTSD is Like the Overdraft Fee in My Memory Bank

Remember in September Post #6. Light a Candle on World Suicide Prevention Day

Suicide is the result of a convergence of genetic, psychological, social and cultural and other risk factors, sometimes combined with experiences of trauma and loss. People who take their own lives represent a heterogeneous group, with unique, complex and multifaceted causal influences preceding their final act. Such heterogeneity presents challenges for suicide prevention experts. These challenges can be overcome by adopting a multilevel and cohesive approach to suicide prevention.

Darkness Swallowed Me Whole and Spit Me Back Out Again

September is National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month I will be writing a post a day about suicide prevention and awareness on my blog My Loud Bipolar Whispers for my campaign Remember in September. … Continue reading Darkness Swallowed Me Whole and Spit Me Back Out Again

A Tiny Little Pill – a poem

I wrote this poem about a month after my near fatal overdose in February of 2018. I took Klonopin (Benzodiazepine) usually as prescribed for over twenty years. After my overdose … Continue reading A Tiny Little Pill – a poem