“…you’re the spawn of the Devil!” After watching the pictures fly across the room, my husband turned back to his screen, acting unfazed by my actions or words. His response, or lack thereof, … Continue reading My Journey to Stability, Pt. 2
Please know that the following is me writing something when this discovery hit me. I plan to write about my thoughts on my manic journal on another post tomorrow. No … Continue reading Mania.
In my eyes, meditation is just a time to clear the mind, reflect, and manifest positive things. I do not feel comfortable in summoning spirits. I simply want another way … Continue reading Confusion.
This is a two part post: The next part is scheduled to be posted tomorrow. I want to start off by saying that I voluntarily see my psych doc weekly … Continue reading Clarity.
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
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.
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