The first day on that stimulant was the night I became furious with myself in a conservatory practice room, blacked out (also known as having a dissociative fugue) and walked several miles out of town. When I came to, I called campus Safety and Security officers to drive out and pick me up. I got back to the dorm, popped two hydrocodone (my first attempt at self-medication), and stood outside of my room looking at the doorknob, feeling like there was a pane of glass between my outstretched hand and the door that I couldn’t possibly penetrate.
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.
How to deal With Your Inner Fears I write this blog post using my own personal experience. I am not a psychiatrist so tread lightly. First of all, if your … Continue reading Inner Fears – A Guest Blog Spot
This post is from a guest blogger Johan for The Bipolar Writer blog about anxiety. You can find the authors blog here. http://theprofoundshift.wordpress.com/ Meet Anxiety, The Blob in my Chest Anxiety … Continue reading Meet Anxiety, The Blob in my Chest
My Weekly Wrap-up 2/11 – 2/17 #TheBipolarWriter What happened on the Bipolar Writer Blog this week.