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.
By the time the date rolled around for the concert, my life had dramatically changed. Tragically, my sanity had once again become impaired, and all of the old delusions were back. This time, because it wasn’t a new experience, what I once considered as suspicion was now firmly replaced with neurotic conviction.
My point is things have to change, and it starts with me. I want to end the decade for the Bipolar Writer Collaborative Blog to end on a high note and begin the new year and the new decade on the right note. I will be making an effort to write at least two blog posts a week. There are so many topics that need to be talked about again.
This will be a series that will run during the month of December 2019 as we head into the New Year. This is part one. What a decade it has … Continue reading 10 Things The Bipolar Learned This Decade PT. 1
The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir by James Edgar Skye The day has finally come, the publishing of my memoir. It is called The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir, and it is … Continue reading The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir – Book Release on Amazon
I leave for treatment on Thursday. It seems to have come upon us quickly in that slow agonizing kind of way. I am the kind of person that once I … Continue reading Babbles: Bella’s Big Adventure: The Home Stretch
Haven’t written in a while. Blame the mental illness. I stopped doing a bit of everything for awhile. I finally moved and have been back in Arizona for a couple … Continue reading New Doctor, New Me.
If you have been looking for The Bipolar Writer or James Edgar Skye, he has been on a bizarre roller coaster that has been rough on him, and so he … Continue reading I’ve Been Gone, And I am Sorry
When I was young, and I could not face the world, I would go to my room and I would hide beneath my blanket, sitting on my floor, with my … Continue reading Babbles: Blanket Monsters
Please don’t tell me that a smile and your sorrow just don’t go together. I would not look upon my anger as something foreign to me that I have to … Continue reading What Anger Is To Me
I remember as a child going to the ocean. Packing the car, so snug we could barely move, everything we needed, and only what we needed, for a week’s vacation, … Continue reading Babbles: Sandcastles