30. Thirty. The big 3-0. I want to mark this time. (peep that pic of me celebrating graduation in late May) If you would have asked 20 year old me … Continue reading Thirty.
Come Join an Amazing Group of Mental Health Warriors James Edgar Skye (The Bipolar Writer) is collaborating with Grounds for Clarity on a Discord Channel called Community Mental Health Discussions. It will … Continue reading Community Mental Health Discussion Discord Channel
Bipolar is a debilitating brain-illness. Rapid Cycling is even worse. After my traumatic experience, I was determined to be in control of myself and my body from there on out. … Continue reading Appetite for Destruction
Guns N’ Roses Welcome to the Jungle blaring on my Dad’s state of the art stereo system. A fifth of Peach Schnapps and two 14 year old girls looking for a good … Continue reading Loss of Innocence (Fall 1987-14 Years Old)
I just posted this fantastic blurb about things really looking up and just like that, it’s gone. Where do I even begin? It is a long drawn out bit but … Continue reading Sh*t.
Going on about 40 years ago, I was diagnosed as bipolar. Today, I don’t know whether that diagnosis was correct or not because I’ve chosen to live my life the … Continue reading My No-Medication Journey to Emotional Health and Well-Being
I’ve missed the sound of rain and what it looks like when it’s hitting my windshield and being wiped away and immediately reappearing. It’s ironic that, all these years, my … Continue reading The Sound of Rain
Broken and aloneChilled to the boneConfused, spinningFrom the chorus in my home‘You’re not enoughYou’re not enoughYou can’t do it on your own’ I concedeI give inOkay, I’ll listenI must admitI’ve … Continue reading My Demon Said To Me
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.
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.
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.
Mental illness can be exhausting. I feel that this past two years have been a whirlwind of emotion and change. Both fast and slow at the same time. Depressive episodes … Continue reading Reflecting.