This time of year, some of April and then into May, I usually hit my stride. My Seasonal Affective Disorder, in association with the depressive side of being Bipolar, often finds its end. I come out of a cloud.
Not long ago, I went looking for relevant content by like-minded writers. The Bipolar Writer appeared in most of my searches and I decided to follow his collaborative blog. He … Continue reading New Kid on the Blog
I have spent the last several months going to work and going home. Not much socializing. Sometimes once a month I would go out if invited to something. I was … Continue reading Learn to Love Yourself in the Alone Time
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!
There are so many men and women out there during this pandemic, waiting, longing and eager to send their friends, partners and parents flowers. So they waited a long time … Continue reading So Many…
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.
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.
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.
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.
I’m a war hero. At least I’m kind of like a war hero. I survived a war, but was never in the military. I have battle scars, but was never … Continue reading Kind of Like a War Hero
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
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