Calling Out of Work
So, today I called out of work for the umpteenth time, and I feel awful about it, I truly do. There are just some days where I can’t, for one … Continue reading Calling Out of Work
Category: Major Depressive Disorder
I am too attached
I associated the word “attachment” as someone who is clingy, annoying and who has “issues” that they couldn’t resolve in the past – Until this year. I get attached to … Continue reading I am too attached
I’m Back Baby!
Is what I would like to say, but depression still has its ugly tendrils wrapped around me. I find it harder, every single day, to just get out of bed … Continue reading I’m Back Baby!
A Mental Health Anniversary – 11 Years Later
I wanted to share this series as a whole, it is called “A Mental Heath Anniversary – 11 Years Later. It is a two-part series that was initially supposed to go … Continue reading A Mental Health Anniversary – 11 Years Later
Mental Illness and Cognitive Dissonance
It’s no secret that the spectrums of mental illness come fraught with confusion, anxiety and fear, whether it be depression, bipolar disorder or schizophrenia. In some cases, the illness is … Continue reading Mental Illness and Cognitive Dissonance
Please Forgive Me.
Please forgive me for the things I said And for the things I didn’t Forgive me for the outbursts For the door slams For the silent treatment Forgive me for … Continue reading Please Forgive Me.
Changes for the Contributor’s of The Bipolar Writer
Today I am changing the statuses of the many contributors here on The Bipolar Writer blog. All contributors will have their status changed to “Author.” Here is what an author entails. As … Continue reading Changes for the Contributor’s of The Bipolar Writer
A Mental Health Anniversary – 11 Years Later – Part Two
A Mental Health Anniversary – Part Two It All Starts With Hope * I know that this piece was supposed to go live on Thanksgiving. I apologize for that, here … Continue reading A Mental Health Anniversary – 11 Years Later – Part Two
I feel protective over my “enemies”
I feel like a hypocrite writing this post. Few weeks back, I wrote about how I do not want to be treated “special” because I suffer from a “rare” mental … Continue reading I feel protective over my “enemies”
Whelmed.
“I be high, then I be low.”-Kid Kudi But seriously, this is how my life used to be. Before I sought out help to maintain my moods and take control … Continue reading Whelmed.
Finding My Antidepressant Match
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
Three Little Pills.
Lamictal. Rexulti. Seroquel. This is my religion. I am at their mercy They are my Gods Whenever I am reminded how much three little pills balance out my life, I … Continue reading Three Little Pills.
