What Happens When I Forget to Use my CPAP Machine?

I got a rare glimpse yesterday of the reality of what it is like when I forget to put my mask on and use my CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) … Continue reading What Happens When I Forget to Use my CPAP Machine?

Houseplants and Mental Health

I have a black thumb. For those unfamiliar with the term, it means I kill plants. You’d think, by now, that I’d see the ferns and cacti leaning away from me … Continue reading Houseplants and Mental Health

If You Ever Need help

If you ever need someone who will help you through a tough time in your life, I hope to be that person, because it is important to me to be accessible to the readers of this blog.

Kind of Like a War Hero

I’m a war hero. At least I’m kind of like a war hero. I survived a war, but was never in the military. I have battle scars, but was never … Continue reading Kind of Like a War Hero

Exploding With Emotion.

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.

An Update on The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir

I will be self-publishing the memoir because it has already been formatted, and everything is there for me. I will be changing the cover as a good friend of mine came up with a new cover design that I am super excited about unveiling as soon as everything is cleared and over to me on KDP.

Its That Time of Year

What is something in your life that you feel passionate about outside of things like writing (my greatest passion), or if it is writing, what are some of the metaphors you take from writing? Leave your comments below. I would love to hear about it!

Regaining The Bipolar Writer Blog's Former Glory

I always envisioned this blog as a collaborative effort with people writing down their experiences and sharing it with the world. It was that way for a while. In 2019, things got complicated, and just when I was beginning to find my way back to this blog, my life fell apart.

Lessons In the Writing Game

What hurts the most is that I was right there, a published author who went through the process the way it is supposed to be.

J.E. Skye: Taking Mental Health Advocacy to the Next level

It also made it harder the way 2019 ended for me, and how I was working through dealing with the death of my mother. I am going through the stages of grief in my own way, but that is for another post. There were plans set in motion in November of last year to begin the stages of a new non-fiction book. I am a writer. It does not matter about writing fiction, non-fiction, screenplays, or poetry, I go where my mind takes me to the next projects. It could be a novel or the short stories that I am writing in my current graduate courses. It is all relevant, as long as I am writing, life moves forward.

Looking for gold veins in black granite

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