In the late fall of 2016 I was at my lowest point mentally of my entire 25 years on Earth. I laid in bed most of the day, suicidal thoughts … Continue reading Finding My Antidepressant Match
This is the first chapter of my memoir. I will be done writing my memoir at the end of November. Please take a read. I welcome and greatly appreciate ALL … Continue reading Shame Ate My Soul
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.
I am doing something unorthodox today here on The Bipolar Writer. I hope that I have created a place where my fellow mental health suffer’s can have a “safe place” … Continue reading If You Ever Need The Bipolar Writer
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
I wanted to make a shoutout to the contributors on The Bipolar Writer on the continued success we have had on this blog. I was thinking of starting something new. … Continue reading The Bipolar Writer Blog Contributors
This blog post is not “mental health” update. Instead, this is an update for The Bipolar Writer Collaborative blog and its writers, readers, and collaborators. As of today, the domain … Continue reading Changing the Domain Name Here
I wanted to preface this poem with a “trigger warning,” this is a poem I wrote about suicide and depression recently, at this time I am NOT depressed or suicidal. … Continue reading A Depression Poem – By J.E. Skye
Next thing I knew, there was blood everywhere.. all over my bed and me, I was feeling dizzy, everything was blurry, and I felt sick. I was freaking out inside, but I never shouted for help. ‘This is it’ I thought to myself. Everything actually flashed before my eyes, I saw myself winning that goldfish at the funfair, I saw my gran and me at the beach when I was little. Everything. Then nothing.
I wrote this about a week ago after a visit from my parents. My PTSD was triggered significantly after only seeing them briefly, but I made it through once again. … Continue reading Ripple Effect of PTSD and Mental Illness
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 was at my therapist’s office yesterday in the waiting room and I was looking at the scars on my arm. It seems a lifetime ago when I used to … Continue reading The Scars of My Past