When I first started on meds last July, I spent hours on google looking at online forums on how bad side effects could be with antidepressants. I was terrified that … Continue reading Scary side effects
I’m not one for exercise. Never have been. Unfortunately, I had an exercise that I had been delaying for FAR too long that I could no longer I avoid. I … Continue reading Traumatic Triage
https://www.gofundme.com/rasing-to-upgrade-the-bipolar-writer-blog This is my GoFundMe under my real name David TC (I wasn’t sure if I could get the funds if I used my Pen Name James Edgar Skye.) Thank … Continue reading The Bipolar Writer Needs Help… Again
… to put words to the long silence, to voice things I have never discussed even privately. I was born into a family whose ethos was ‘put up and shut … Continue reading This is a challenge for me…
In the late fall of 2016 I was at my lowest point mentally of my entire 25 years on Earth. I laid in bed most of the day, suicidal thoughts … Continue reading Finding My Antidepressant Match
Dear patients, Stigma is ever present when it comes to mental health, but I feel that it needs to be addressed. It needs to be addressed over and over and … Continue reading Dear Patient
It hurts when people erase us – our struggles, our scars, our victories, our invisible battles, a part of our lives that shapes us and our paths in ways others … Continue reading I’m not “too sensitive.” I’m mentally ill.
Sunday I jetted from teaching a Wreath Making event to an early dinner with my spouse (The class was a success). I have never been to the eatery before alone, … Continue reading What’s Meant to Be
I am a planning type of person and knowing that SAD months are the hardest for me. I plan with my therapist to see her more frequently. In contrast, in the summer months, I only see my therapist once or twice a month.
It’s hard to sum up about 17 years of ups and downs with mental illness in just a few posts, but that is what I have attempted to do in … Continue reading Journey to a Diagnosis — The Series
We are all a little broken. But last time I checked, broken crayons still color the same. – Trent Shelton This is a letter to anyone who has been recently … Continue reading When Things Don’t Sparkle Like They Used To
There have been a three, of what I believed at the time to be permanent, psychiatrists that helped me along with my journey to get me to today. One psychiatrist with Behavior Health got me to see a therapist for the first time in my journey, and she has been the only mainstay over the last three years. The second psychiatrist who I spent about eight months with just up and left one day.