“You gave me the best of me, so you’ll give you the best of you,” are the lyrics to “Magic Shop” by Korean pop group BTS. I have been listening … Continue reading The Best of Me
I feel it settling into my stomach. It’s a very familiar churning. I’ve not had breakfast yet, so it could be that. But I also feel the little beginning of … Continue reading Uh Oh, Fear
I am not an outwardly emotional person. Behind closed doors, I spill it all. If you asked my mom or friends, they would never describe me as boy crazy. I … Continue reading Exploding With Emotion.
How is it best to be, think, or feel, when we are threatened by darkness, whether from external factors or whether in our own minds? I think this is a … Continue reading Looking for gold veins in black granite
Starting a new job can be challenging for anyone but when mental illness is tossed into the mix, things can be even more difficult. I am about to start the … Continue reading Social Anxiety and Me
I leave for treatment on Thursday. It seems to have come upon us quickly in that slow agonizing kind of way. I am the kind of person that once I … Continue reading Babbles: Bella’s Big Adventure: The Home Stretch
Sorry I haven’t been so active here on the Bipolar Writer as I normally am. My life has been so out of whack that I can’t seem to find balance. … Continue reading Searching for Balance
The days are passing quickly. I suspect that it is due to being so busy. However, I feel like I am barely keeping my head above water so to speak, … Continue reading Babbles: Bella’s Big Adventure: Perspective
Canceling plans and not showing up to things when I say I will has been a constant in my life recently. I am falling back into depression which makes me … Continue reading Depression Makes Me Flaky
I have a recurring stumbling block that when I trip over that I can’t always get up from right away. When I have upset someone or done something wrong (no … Continue reading Megan’s Anxiety Raceway
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?