I have been working on getting back to this point. I am announcing that once again, The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir is finally available to buy once again on Amazon!
I owe her everything that I have today because she believed in me. There would be no James Edgar Skye or The Bipolar Writer without my mother’s faith that I would get my life back.
Another influential writer in my own life Hemingway had a long history of mental illness. Hemingway, known at the time as the most celebrated American Writer, but had his demons he was fighting over the course of his life.
It was endless depression with very little peace. It was the darkest time in my life. My thoughts were often on the fringes of suicidal idealizations. I thought about all the ways I could die through suicide. I was a man without a purpose, or a will to live.
Have people you can reach out to when things are bad. I am lucky that if need be, there are people in my life that understand the pressure of a graduate student and what that brings with a mental illness. If you ever need someone to chat with about anything, I am here, but I also am living the student life with a mental illness.
I am hoping to turn this into an “every Monday or Tuesday Series” where you, the followers of this blog, can ask me questions about my mental health. Any question and I will do my best to answer these questions during the day.
Next week I meet with my psychiatrist with a purpose in mind. Finding ways to lower my Seroquel to lower doses in hopes that I can still get sleep, but be able to function better.
From what they told me, for years, they were struggling in silence with their illness. They had decided long ago that they would not share their stories with anyone that they were in their lives. Even writing anonymously on a blog like I do here as James Edgar Skye. They wanted to share, but they were scared to do so because of one thing, the stigma. What would other people think?
Broken and aloneChilled to the boneConfused, spinningFrom the chorus in my home‘You’re not enoughYou’re not enoughYou can’t do it on your own’ I concedeI give inOkay, I’ll listenI must admitI’ve … Continue reading My Demon Said To Me
I wanted to share all of this because this is the year where I take everything to the next level. My followers are so important not just to me, but to the contributor writers that call this place home. I want to show the world what a community such as ours is capable of doing amazing things.
Yesterday, I received my very first pair of glasses. I didn’t realize how blind I was. I now see everything so differently. So crisp. So clear. It’s insane. I had … Continue reading Now I See
What I want people that follow this blog is that sometimes we have to take chances. I could have decided to let the depression bring me to the worst places of my depression. I am, of course, always going to have days where things are bad, and I miss my mother every day. I am stronger now, and it was because of my mother. She would have wanted me to continue to grow.