September is Suicide Prevention Awareness month. While it’s great there’s a month dedicated to this, it should be 365-day year awareness. I understand suicide can be a touchy subject especially … Continue reading September is Suicide Prevention Awareness Month
https://www.gofundme.com/rasing-to-upgrade-the-bipolar-writer-blog This is my GoFundMe under my real name David TC (I wasn’t sure if I could get the funds if I used my Pen Name James Edgar Skye.) Thank … Continue reading The Bipolar Writer Needs Help… Again
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.
While there has been a big push to be more open about mental health, suicide, self-harm – so that people can actively seek help, I feel like I’ve already gone … Continue reading I’m too comfortable talking about suicide
The most dramatic choice that a mentally ill individual can make in their life is suicide. I have to agree because it has been that way in my experience since my diagnosis of the Bipolar disorder in 2007. When I have written on the topic of suicide it comes from my experience, and I am happy to be alive.
These posts have been helpful in the past so it is great to open the floor to my fellow followers and bloggers to what topics the Bipolar Writer should discuss here. I would love your feedback.
I have one last guest post in honor of Suicide Prevention Month from writer and blogger Kira, you can find her blog at https://jackofwriting.wordpress.com/ My Brother Lost His Fight, But I … Continue reading A Suicide Prevention Month Guest Blog Post
A blog post such a this is not my usual thing here on The Bipolar Writer blog, but I am at a crossroads of sorts. I have struck out locally … Continue reading Looking for a Book Cover Artist
After over twenty years of fighting my demons, I had enough. My depression had become treatment-resistant, and bipolar depression is the absolute worst form of this insidious black fog. My brain didn’t care that I had a loving husband and family, that I was finally financially secure, that the stressors in my life had been reduced to a minimum.
I want to spend the rest of September sharing the stories of others here on The Bipolar Writer blog as guest spots. You can write anonymously if you like, but I would love to share your stories about experiencing the darkness of suicide.
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.
I wanted to share this with my blog, a fellow bloggers take on Suicide Prevention Month