Eunoia.

Eunoia. It was my blogs original name. It is what I called it and it was perfect. I feel that I have to emphasize my reason for writing. It started as … Continue reading Eunoia.

My New Self-Care Plan

I am learning to use my mindfulness breathing before my anxiety hits a high level, which has been a fascinating experiment. I do about fifteen minutes in the morning and spurts of three-five minutes throughout my day as a part of my routine. That is the other thing that I am getting back–a routine.

What is it About November?

I am different person than I was last year or even eleven years ago in November. Hell, this time eleven years ago I was downright suicidal. I wanted the constant struggle in my mind to end. I don’t feel that way anymore. My last suicidal thought was years ago. I am not suicidal now, but I feel lost in the struggle, and it feels as if I am sinking slowly again.

One Size Does Not Fit All.

I’m Bailey. It’s weird to write that. Yes, that is my name. No, I have not formally told anyone that. I write about my mental illness often. It isn’t a … Continue reading One Size Does Not Fit All.

Makeup Saved My Life

Please don’t judge me for the title of my post, hear me out before you think of me as someone who is “fake” or “self-absorbed.” In my life, I have … Continue reading Makeup Saved My Life

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

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

A Guest Post – Michael LeFevre

Over the years since, there have been other times when I thought of or threatened to commit suicide. Looking back at those situations, those were probably cries for help or attempts to elicit sympathy. I got to be careful here because I know that this isn’t the case for everybody. The irony here is that during the three years of bullying hell which inspired me to write “He Was Weird,” I never thought of committing suicide. It could have been that I thought someday, I would move out of that town, which I eventually did. Seeing another way out definitely removes any thoughts of ending it all.

Let’s Talk (SAD)

One thing that helped me reduce the symptoms of SAD is a light therapy box. I have to tell you this invention is really amazing and it made all the difference last year while dealing with SAD, I found this great article that gives very detailed information in what to look for in a lightbox. It is highly recommended that you talk to your doctor about light therapy.

My Love for Old Movies – Breakfast at Tiffany’s

As a kid, a teenager, and even as an adult I have always felt like a no-name slob, an outsider in social situations. I can still connect to Holly as a character, and it makes me understand a part of myself. In my eyes, Holly is fighting her own struggle with mental illness as she tries to find herself in the chaos of the battle.

Contributor Writers on The Bipolar Writer Blog

I had some time today, so I thought it was time to expand my contributor blogger family. Since introducing new contributor bloggers on The Bipolar Writer blog. It has been … Continue reading Contributor Writers on The Bipolar Writer Blog

Joy Daehn Interview Feature

There are times when writing interview features for The Bipolar Writer blog that it gets personal to me because I can directly relate to the subject of the article. When … Continue reading Joy Daehn Interview Feature