It had been a while. To be honest, I don’t miss panic attacks. I hate them because I lose myself in the panic attack, and control is what I crave … Continue reading My Last Panic Attack
From what I have gathered from others that deal with cyclothymia is that depressive episodes are mild and never go into full-blown depressive episodes. On the mania side, the manic episodes are considered symptomatic of hypomania which a milder form of mania.
Merry Christmas from The Bipolar Writer Collaborative blog It has been a fantastic year for The Bipolar Writer blog. The growth of this blog was beyond my imagination. I am … Continue reading Merry Christmas – From The Bipolar Writer
I’ve been a little down lately. For anyone who ever feels the effects of depression, that’s code for: crying sporadically, feeling worthless, and avoiding people in general. On the plus … Continue reading Why Do We Do What We Always Do?
Yesterday sucked, it was the hardest and longest panic attack that I have had in a long while. Since the moment I woke I had this feeling of dread, that … Continue reading My Worst Anxiety/Panic Attack Day
It was a year after graduating from high school that I was able to break out of my first depression cycle. I started working for my dad part time, and later I found my first job. Things got better after securing my first job. I was an adult finally, and there was so much to look forward to in my life. But my journey and its beginning is not a happy one as I would learn.
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
Hello, there! Feeling depressed? I’m here to offer you a little encouragement. Perhaps you are familiar with James Edgar Skye’s favorite life maxim: Keep fighting. What does that mean, exactly? Is … Continue reading The Cure for Depression: Never Give Up, Never Surrender
For over a year and a half, we went through more fertility treatments, each time ramping them up and exposing my body to more drugs/stronger drugs. Finally, my husband and … Continue reading My Dark Days of Infertility: Part 2
The frustration inside of me bubbles to the surface with a sharp bite. My parents treat us differently. I know this because I have ears and eyes and use them … Continue reading Compared to My Siblings
This a chapter in my memoir I have been working on, I wanted to see what people think about this chapter. My origins story is something that I always worry … Continue reading Let’s Start at the Beginning
Anxiety creeps in and doesn’t whisper sweet nothings into my ear. It screams at me, “You are weak! No way in hell can you do this! Quit! Go hide!” I … Continue reading Asking: Is Medication the Answer?