Although I was editor in chief (EIC) of my high school newspaper, I have never had the greatest copy writing skills. When I was the EIC, my copy writer was … Continue reading Bella’s Babbles: Copy Writing Skills
I’ve been up since 430 AM, it’s the new witching hour for me. Even my cats look at me like I have lost my mind. Sure they are ecstatic that … Continue reading Bella’s Babbles: Sunday Edition
So it’s been six months. Six months since I last posted, where I shared how low I was feeling, the post of which is here; https://thebipolarwriter.blog/2019/01/18/the-dark-days/ I was overwhelmed by … Continue reading A Return
Time is one of the most important concepts that must be considered when talking about mental health. All of us feel that time is one resource that is not used … Continue reading Time
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 hope you finally get released from all the things that hold you bondage when it comes to receiving, and reciprocating, love – and the acts thereof. I hope your … Continue reading I Can Only Hope
This is a new rendition of a poem I wrote on my blog. The Silent Sands of Illness Spheres be fed the blackened beast, For long to fill his gluttonous … Continue reading The Silent Sands of Illness
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.
As I lay in bed I cannot ignore the weight of dread for the months ahead I practice being in the moment instead Yet… it will not get out of … Continue reading Death’s Kiss
She often contemplates Of a distant life One without strife Curious of where she hide When all is chaotic inside She fears her safe space mimicks pandora’s box It lies … Continue reading Safe Space
More and more people tell me to do what makes me happy. Writing makes me happy. Whether I’m writing a poem, a short story, a novel, or blog journal post; … Continue reading The One Thing That Keeps Me Going
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.