Depression has consumed my life. I take my medicine, I go to the doctor, and I push myself to list the positives when I want to dwell on the … Continue reading A Little Reminder to Myself.
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
I am an outspoken person when it comes to mental health. It is clear that I am a passionate advocate for bipolar and depression. I feel like I would be … Continue reading Survivor Shame.
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
A month ago I wrote about how I wasn’t feeling depressed, that I was able to feel happy and be productive (check it out here). It was really great while … Continue reading Falling Back Into Depression
As a young twenty-something, many of my friends and fellow Millenials have credit card debt. We live in a culture of fast spending, fast cash, and consumerism. Add on student … Continue reading Money and Mania: Managing Spending While Bipolar
You know when you are home alone, and every little noise will freak you out? This was not that. I have had this happen. When I was younger, I couldn’t … Continue reading Bumps in the Night.
How Sharing My Traumatic Stories Helps Me Heal I never realized I was struggling with mental illness until I started having panic attacks. A month passed before I realized these … Continue reading How Sharing My Traumatic Stories Helps Me Heal
To be in a place where suicide is the only option isn’t as fresh in my mind, but it is the worst feeling I have ever felt in my life. I remember it well. You never forget the depths of the darkness that is suicidal thoughts. The places that my mind went to when my depression was at its darkest was hell, and it felt like there was no escape. I wanted to be anywhere but in my own body.
Of course, if you or someone you love suffers from a depressive disorder, you know what I am talking about, but a lot of people think having depression just means that you are sad. They may say “what do you have to be depressed about?” or “how can you be depressed when you have so much going for you?” I get that one a lot.