I wanna talk about you. But I don’t. No one understands that I promised a man to hold his daughter’s hand. She is far out in dead man’s land. A … Continue reading Angela Rebecca
I am doing something unorthodox today here on The Bipolar Writer. I hope that I have created a place where my fellow mental health suffer’s can have a “safe place” … Continue reading If You Ever Need The Bipolar Writer
Acceptance is Rare. Nothing can compare. She’s used to them stopping to stare. Judging with a snare. Liberating and free, it is to be her, they claim. Not knowing she … Continue reading For All to See
Have you ever stood where it felt like middle ground? Life continues to go around. Balance is unknown, living in the bipolar zone. In between failure and success, ceasing to … Continue reading Middle Ground
It’s been a while since I have written here on TBW blog. I haven’t had much of anything to say and nothing educational to share leaving me silent. I can’t … Continue reading Feelings of Freedom
Writing is my greatest weapon to deal with the ups and downs of my mental illness. The writing projects that I am currently working on and this blog are so helpful.
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
I often like to imagine that if I do not discuss my mental illnesses they will fade away. Out of sight, out of mind. Such isn’t reality. Living daily with … Continue reading The Boiler Within
Today. A day of prevention I must mention. Raised voices chant. Families grieve for their loss. The suffering hide in silence. A world unites to claim a day in honor … Continue reading Today, September 10th
What do you do when the silent space of your mind decides it wants to be heard? Screaming in echoed holler, I hear the vibration of words. Muffeled and stifled … Continue reading Listening
Words clutter my mind. It seems they duel it out until one wins. As of late, I have done “brain dumps” before bed. I grab my travel notebook, write the … Continue reading Me. OCD.
What is to come of a life doused in confusion? The flammability of kerosene will destroy with one strike Tasting the sulfur curiosity engulfs me As do the flames of … Continue reading Flames of Life