Note: I have wanted write this blog post since day one of starting The Bipolar Writer blog. It seemed to fit that on a day like today— my birthday— that … Continue reading A Letter to Myself on my Birthday
This is not a scientific post. There are no references cited. This is solely based on my own experiences. Depending on my mood, emotions, and sensory stimuli, I never have … Continue reading Different Types of Panic Attacks
The truth is there is no cure-all for mental illness. How we continue to fight is by talking about the issues in places like WordPress. We figure out what triggers of our mental illness and find ways to better our mental health.
As the year comes to an end, I would like to recap what 2018 has been for me. This year was filled with so many ups and downs. Tears have … Continue reading A Swim Upstream And Lessons Learnt
There is always hope and fighting for better mental health. Yesterday is not today, and I can only go up from here.
Seeing a friendship that was once vibrant with life and laughter die in front of your eyes can be a sad sight. As it takes its final breath, I have … Continue reading When I Was Not Enough: Death of A Friendship
The first time I saw this film, I enjoyed it but I always wondered why they never explained the shaky hand that Tom Hanks’ character Captain Miller had in a … Continue reading Why Saving Private Ryan (1998) is My Favorite War Film
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Sometimes I don’t know where I get the strength to go out into the world. I have days where it feels like everyone startles me. My chest pounds the whole … Continue reading Learning to Accept the Small Victories
How Sharing My Traumatic Stories Helps Me Heal I never realized I was struggling with mental illness until I started having panic attacks. A month passed before I realized these … Continue reading How Sharing My Traumatic Stories Helps Me Heal
The ambulance came, and it was a big thing. I couldn’t breathe, and I was hyperventilating so bad I almost passed out. I spent the night in the hospital. When my social anxiety had hit its peak for the first in years, it became clear what things worked. I still don’t know precisely why my social anxiety began to spiral.
We are all a little broken. But last time I checked, broken crayons still color the same. – Trent Shelton This is a letter to anyone who has been recently … Continue reading When Things Don’t Sparkle Like They Used To