Seeing a friendship that was once vibrant with life and laughter die in front of your eyes can be a sad sight. As it takes its final breath, I have … Continue reading When I Was Not Enough: Death of A Friendship
Despite working hard to better yourself, it was easy to feel alone and lost. You had no real direction —no idea where you wanted to go with your life. It was Thanksgiving, and you stayed true to your promise–you were here for the holidays. You told yourself you would never miss another Thanksgiving.
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.
A Dark Phase Is Over By : Francesca Seopa A dark phase and struggle is over. A new phase is upon you – one of hope, glory, light and triumph. … Continue reading A Dark Phase Is Over
The Nature Of Wisdom By: Francesca Seopa Sometimes if we just pause for a moment, Things become a little clearer, we learn something. These moments are everything, and we find … Continue reading The Nature Of Wisdom
Losing Hopes To Despair: Thus Passes A Lifetime by: Francesca Seopa There’s a battle being fought behind the curtain An enemy awaits me, on that I’m certain There are blows … Continue reading Losing Hopes To Despair
The Bipolar Writer Collaborative Mental Health Blog is what I consider a safe place for those who are suffering from mental illness. A place where each of us can tell … Continue reading Share Your Story – A Mental Health Safe Place Pt. 2
Heaven Knows I meant Well: By: Francesca Seopa Heaven knows i meant well My fiction was less of a fairy-tale for me to sell Heaven truly knows i meant well … Continue reading Heaven Knows I Meant Well
I have been very silent about my social anxiety lately. With all my issues over the last month with mania, it just was an outside problem that was unsolvable. It … Continue reading Let’s Talk About J.E.’s Social Anxiety
Don’t get me wrong, I tend to revel in being an introverted loner, but at the same time, I often wonder late at night if things could be better on the road to recovery if I had someone by my side.
We are all a little broken. But last time I checked, broken crayons still color the same. – Trent Shelton This is a letter to anyone who has been recently … Continue reading When Things Don’t Sparkle Like They Used To
I wish my decoy wasn’t to look for flaws in an argument or even set out to see things from a different perspective however, I guess if I really wished … Continue reading I don’t love everything about my body.