There are many times that I have much to say but don’t end up writing. I stop myself from typing because what I have to say is not uplifting and … Continue reading Babbles: A Dry Well
I got the final concept of the cover of The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir, and it looks fantastic. For those that don’t know, I have been working over the last … Continue reading What is Next for The Bipolar Writer
I was lucky to be able to take a holiday recently – not everyone is able to afford either the time or the money but on this occasion I could, … Continue reading Firefighting under the Sun
This weekend I spent time doing numerous things: I napped (gloriousness, I tell you, pure heaven) I went to the gym (Not quite gloriousness, but a good experience that made … Continue reading Babbles: Hidden Blessings
Haven’t written in a while. Blame the mental illness. I stopped doing a bit of everything for awhile. I finally moved and have been back in Arizona for a couple … Continue reading New Doctor, New Me.
This August was a happening month for me. I got everything that I had my hands on, was at the peak of happiness and wellness. Probably I have never been … Continue reading The stars aren’t aligned…
Working on the Sleep Part of my Mental Health The First Step Over the past three months, I have been working on my sleep issues. Those that are new and … Continue reading Sleep Studies, Sleep Apnea, and Sleep Apnea Machines Pt. One
If you have been looking for The Bipolar Writer or James Edgar Skye, he has been on a bizarre roller coaster that has been rough on him, and so he … Continue reading I’ve Been Gone, And I am Sorry
When I was young, and I could not face the world, I would go to my room and I would hide beneath my blanket, sitting on my floor, with my … Continue reading Babbles: Blanket Monsters
Please don’t tell me that a smile and your sorrow just don’t go together. I would not look upon my anger as something foreign to me that I have to … Continue reading What Anger Is To Me
There are days that I amaze myself at how well I can function. I am up, dressed, and totally on point. Out the door before I am supposed to be, … Continue reading Babbles: What Shoes are on my Feet?
I remember as a child going to the ocean. Packing the car, so snug we could barely move, everything we needed, and only what we needed, for a week’s vacation, … Continue reading Babbles: Sandcastles