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
Okay, so I wasn’t going to write anything about the pandemic. However, I’m in the middle of a very personal experience with COVID-19. I knew I’d be a little bit … Continue reading Too Close To Home
With the news of James’ mom’s recent passing, I find myself reflecting on my own parent/child relationship. How lucky am I to have her, and how much I feel for … Continue reading My mother.
2019 has been a year of growth and challenges. But I can never blame myself for wanting to live. Everything is teaching me something. As long as I’m open and … Continue reading 2019
What I need most is support from the mental illness community. When my grandfather passed, it destroyed me, and I was close to my grandfather and even closer to my mom, she is the only reason. The Bipolar Writer and my pen name James Edgar Skye exists, why I am who I’ve become, it was my mom.
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
I got my first counselor when I was six. She was an anger management counselor. I had a temper at a young age. Results from my home life. I saw … Continue reading The Not-So-Great Advice a Child Therapist Gave Me
Since 1997 when my parents built my family home, my room has been my special place. I am safe here among all that is familiar. My four walls stained with … Continue reading Losing My Safe Space
My friends from large families never understood why I don’t enjoy family gatherings. I don’t like crowds, even if I know everyone. I don’t see my family often enough to … Continue reading Family Estrangement After Childhood Trauma
Remember… Remember who you are. Remember how you got here. Remember what you love. Remember what happiness is. Remember your friendships. Remember where you’re going. Remember to accept your diagnosis. … Continue reading Remember…
I truly believe that I was born anxious. I had serious separation anxiety as a baby up through most of elementary school when I was away from my mom. This … Continue reading Having a Mental Illness as a Kid is Tough
I am a mom. I am mentally ill. When I was thinking up the title I wasn’t sure which one to put first. I’m still not sure. We want to … Continue reading Being a Mother and Mentally Ill