Christmas is my favorite holiday, it always has been. I look forward to the holiday season all year long. It’s always the highlight of my year. But now, I can’t … Continue reading Where is my Christmas Spirit?
I wanted to preface this poem with a “trigger warning,” this is a poem I wrote about suicide and depression recently, at this time I am NOT depressed or suicidal. … Continue reading A Depression Poem – By J.E. Skye
I am doing something unorthodox today here on The Bipolar Writer. I hope that I have created a place where my fellow mental health sufferers can have a “safe place” … Continue reading If You Ever Need The Bipolar Writer
Need The universe playes a trick on usIt makes us loveAnd love makes us needy So we bend and fold and adapt and changeOh, to satisfy our needTo be lovedTo … Continue reading NEED
It’s time. For me. To speak. Sometimes I feel very much like I’ve been eaten by a whale for not following God’s path in my life every time that I … Continue reading Reflections on Childhood Memories
People will move on. Even when you treat them like gold. Even when you truly care about them and they truly care about you. And there’s nothing you can do … Continue reading People Will Move On
September is National Suicide Awareness Month and September 10 is World Suicide Prevention Day. You never know what other people are going through. Be kind whenever possible; it’s always possible. … Continue reading National Suicide Awareness Month
Tomorrow (July 11) is National Cheer Up the Lonely Day. With social distancing, isolation, and quarantine, this holiday is important now more than ever. I’m certain many people have never … Continue reading National Cheer Up the Lonely Day
I avoid people with the best of them, and it is like self-sabotage because I fear that people getting too close means that I am open to people, if that makes sense. I tend to avoid confrontations and also intimacy just with friends because its easier. I struggle to be around people.
As an adult I’ve found it difficult to make friends and keep friendships afloat. I try my best but it doesn’t seem to be enough sometimes. During this quarantine period … Continue reading Left on Read
I wake up covered in vomit. There’s a tinge of daylight outside the shed. It’s cold. So cold. O God, no. Why did you make me wake up? I pleaded … Continue reading SNAKE (part 2)
The evening starts with the best of intentions. I have bought snacks and the wine is cooling in the fridge. Candle light flickers across the dining room ceiling. I pray … Continue reading SNAKE ( part 1 )