I got my cat Calypso five years ago when I had moved back home from University. That period of my life was when I was struggling badly with my mental … Continue reading How an Emotional Support Animal Helped With my Healing
Note: I have wanted write this blog post since day one of starting The Bipolar Writer blog. It seemed to fit that on a day like today— my birthday— that … Continue reading A Letter to Myself on my Birthday
I’ve been doing well to keep up with reading most of the posts on this fantastic collaborative blog and I’ve noticed that a lot of us are really struggling right … Continue reading Let’s Bloom Together
When you look at a tree, what do you see? When I look at a tree, what do I see? I see a structure of strength and resilience. What stands … Continue reading Tree Roots
You are so much more than your productivity. Don’t break yourself for it. Friendly reminder that “your best” doesn’t mean pushing yourself to your breaking point. “Your best” means the … Continue reading A letter to myself on the days I feel I’m about to drown
I recently had my first appointment with a psychiatrist. I had counseling when I was six and again when I was eight but nothing since. There was a lot of … Continue reading The Long Expensive Road to Recovery
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
I was reminded of a number of things when I met with my psychiatrist last Thursday afternoon. One thing that she complimented me on was how I was in tune … Continue reading A Full Time Job: Managing Mental Illness
Christmas is about giving and bringing everyone together, in a crazy stressful world.
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?
“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.
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.