The extraordinarily ordinary moments in-between mental illness exist – I promise

But it does get better.  Some parts of our lives are really hard, really dark, and when we look back it’s kind of like reflecting on what a long winter … Continue reading The extraordinarily ordinary moments in-between mental illness exist – I promise

Why Not You?

  Believing in yourself, your mission and your heart is not just a meme we find on social media, but the real deal, and once you commit to those beliefs, … Continue reading Why Not You?

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.

I’m not “too sensitive.” I’m mentally ill.

It hurts when people erase us – our struggles, our scars, our victories, our invisible battles, a part of our lives that shapes us and our paths in ways others … Continue reading I’m not “too sensitive.” I’m mentally ill.

You Aren’t Struggling Because You Suck

Hey, you. Yes -YOU! -The one with your head hanging down, sitting in the corner with your vice at hand. I’m here to give you a pep talk. Hey! Put … Continue reading You Aren’t Struggling Because You Suck

Push Through and Just Keep Going

The light, the gift, the true nature of our individual being is within each of us, and I believe it is our responsibility and our mission in this life to … Continue reading Push Through and Just Keep Going

A Non-Mental Health Blog Post

How I Grew The Bipolar Writer Mental Health Collaborative Blog I have been asked by email over the last week what it takes to build a blog like The Bipolar … Continue reading A Non-Mental Health Blog Post

Share Your Story – A Mental Health Safe Place Pt. 2

The Bipolar Writer Collaborative Mental Health Blog is what I consider a safe place for those who are suffering from mental illness. A place where each of us can tell … Continue reading Share Your Story – A Mental Health Safe Place Pt. 2

I Dreamed a Burning Man (A Prose Poem)

It takes every part of me to make the words escape my mouth. “You must stop this,” I yell at the burning man. “Breathe, you must.” He inhales air filling his lungs to capacity, releasing slowly. Everything all around slows, slowly at first. With his every breathe the blurry images passing us by begin to take shape.