I’m sorry. It is something I have found myself repeating often. I am sorry when someone has a bad day, when I mess up, when someone else messes up, … Continue reading Sorry Not Sorry.
It is completely acceptable to stay alive for tiny reasons. Because you want to hear your favorite song one more time. Because your pet will miss you if you leave. … Continue reading Reasons To Live
I have always been a giver, but how much of that is out of guilt? I made a lot of poor choices as a kid. Namely that I used to … Continue reading Self-Sabotage.
I got my cat Calypso five years ago when I had moved back home from University. That period of my life was when I was struggling badly with my mental … Continue reading How an Emotional Support Animal Helped With my Healing
This is not a gardening blog. Just as well because I am not a gardener. But which of us is not encouraged by Spring? It’s a cold one here in … Continue reading Spring, Mental Health style
I once read that a good strategy in dealing with bipolar is to recognize what is an episode and what is just a run of the mill bad day. … Continue reading The List.
I’ve been doing well to keep up with reading most of the posts on this fantastic collaborative blog and I’ve noticed that a lot of us are really struggling right … Continue reading Let’s Bloom Together
I’m having a very difficult day today. My anxiety levels are high while my depression is begging for me to crawl into bed where I can fall apart. Since my … Continue reading Encouraging Myself Before I Snap
Recently I learned about the term Highly Sensitive Person or HSP. I have always been a sensitive person but I didn’t know there was some sort of acronym to describe … Continue reading Being a Highly Sensitive Person
I was inspired by the ruler of this blog’s recent post about his self-harm story so I wanted to chime in with mine. *I don’t want anybody to read this … Continue reading The Pain of Self-Harm
Mmm. Interesting. What are my worst symptoms? That’s a tough question to answer. Feeling like death every day, lack of ability to concentrate, restlessness, depersonalisation, bouts of anger which … Continue reading Broken wiring
would take unwarranted risks like driving down the highway at 2 am at 100 miles an hour in my car. It gave me more energy the more reckless my behavior became, and it was a great feeling to “feel real” for the first time in my life. It was a lie because it was just the mania taking me over. I didn’t have to hide who I was in a manic episode so it never really registered as an issue like depression has over my life.