The Bipolar Writer Mental Health Blog
A Collaborative Mental Health Blog
I got a rare glimpse yesterday of the reality of what it is like when I forget to put my mask on and use my CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) … Continue reading What Happens When I Forget to Use my CPAP Machine?
I have a black thumb. For those unfamiliar with the term, it means I kill plants. You’d think, by now, that I’d see the ferns and cacti leaning away from me … Continue reading Houseplants and Mental Health
If you ever need someone who will help you through a tough time in your life, I hope to be that person, because it is important to me to be accessible to the readers of this blog.
He inhales air filling his lungs to capacity, releasing slowly. Everything all around slows. With his every breath the blurry images passing us by beginning to take shape. They are memories of a black-haired man with a beard like steel wires trying to steady a jet-black car as he tries to control his breathing.
I will be self-publishing the memoir because it has already been formatted, and everything is there for me. I will be changing the cover as a good friend of mine came up with a new cover design that I am super excited about unveiling as soon as everything is cleared and over to me on KDP.
What is something in your life that you feel passionate about outside of things like writing (my greatest passion), or if it is writing, what are some of the metaphors you take from writing? Leave your comments below. I would love to hear about it!
I always envisioned this blog as a collaborative effort with people writing down their experiences and sharing it with the world. It was that way for a while. In 2019, things got complicated, and just when I was beginning to find my way back to this blog, my life fell apart.
What hurts the most is that I was right there, a published author who went through the process the way it is supposed to be.
It also made it harder the way 2019 ended for me, and how I was working through dealing with the death of my mother. I am going through the stages of grief in my own way, but that is for another post. There were plans set in motion in November of last year to begin the stages of a new non-fiction book. I am a writer. It does not matter about writing fiction, non-fiction, screenplays, or poetry, I go where my mind takes me to the next projects. It could be a novel or the short stories that I am writing in my current graduate courses. It is all relevant, as long as I am writing, life moves forward.
Recently, I have been waking up every morning and thinking, “Another day. Ho hum. Just another day,” while feelings of melancholy fill my heart and ache my soul. Although writing … Continue reading Living With Mental Illness is Like Swimming With A Great White Shark Lurking Nearby
Eventually, I got out of bed and was somewhat productive. I got up. I took a shower and tried to eat. I will admit it was all junk food, but it helped get me moving. I met with my client, did my three hours of interview time, and it helped me to at least find a silver lining when depression was all I had going that day.
Mental illness is a bitch that leaves an unwelcome itch I cant scratch away. Believe me. I’ve tried all day. Can’t remove this crud that entered like mud after Hurricane … Continue reading An Unwelcome Itch – a poem
