I wanted to preface this poem with a “trigger warning,” this is a poem I wrote about suicide and depression recently, at this time I am NOT depressed or suicidal. … Continue reading A Depression Poem – By J.E. Skye
I drank a lot of alcohol. However, I felt incredible, and I felt confident, strong and unstoppable. I was what people would describe in the social context, as ‘on form’.
I love writing. I write lists as a comfort, and my thoughts as an outlet. Sometimes, I get hung up on others opinions of my writing. Opinions I shouldn’t worry … Continue reading Too Many Excuses.
I have never been hospitalized before. I think that I am pretty good at hiding things, but I couldn’t hide this from myself. I knew there was something wrong. I … Continue reading My First Time.
I have been trying to find the words about how I feel about my mania. All I can think is that I am grateful. There are a lot of ways … Continue reading Mindful.
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.
**This post discusses the use of marijuana. Please do not read if you are triggered by discussions about drug use. I am not a medical professional and the below information … Continue reading Pot.
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.
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.
I can’t believe it has already been a couple of years, but I wrote an article entitled What I Wish People Knew About Bipolar I Disorder. I wanted to share it again … Continue reading My Article for PSYCOM
If you have followed along, you would know that I have had some pretty big gaps in medication management. Whether it be from my own failure to comply, medications that … Continue reading Bringing Color Back.
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