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
I always envisioned this blog as a collaborative effort with people writing down their experiences and sharing it with the world. It was that way for a while. In 2019, things got complicated, and just when I was beginning to find my way back to this blog, my life fell apart.
It also made it harder the way 2019 ended for me, and how I was working through dealing with the death of my mother. I am going through the stages of grief in my own way, but that is for another post. There were plans set in motion in November of last year to begin the stages of a new non-fiction book. I am a writer. It does not matter about writing fiction, non-fiction, screenplays, or poetry, I go where my mind takes me to the next projects. It could be a novel or the short stories that I am writing in my current graduate courses. It is all relevant, as long as I am writing, life moves forward.
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
Eventually, I got out of bed and was somewhat productive. I got up. I took a shower and tried to eat. I will admit it was all junk food, but it helped get me moving. I met with my client, did my three hours of interview time, and it helped me to at least find a silver lining when depression was all I had going that day.
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
It has been a while friends, and I am sorry. I was mad at the world. No one in particular, or at some level, I was angry at God. My … Continue reading The Bipolar Writer Has Been Gone, and I am Sorry
2019 has been a year of growth and challenges. But I can never blame myself for wanting to live. Everything is teaching me something. As long as I’m open and … Continue reading 2019
It it imperative to take care of both our physical health and mental health. For years I have worked diligently on my mental illness recovery and recently maintaining my mental … Continue reading Oops. I Forgot to Take Care of My Physical Health
What I need most is support from the mental illness community. When my grandfather passed, it destroyed me, and I was close to my grandfather and even closer to my mom, she is the only reason. The Bipolar Writer and my pen name James Edgar Skye exists, why I am who I’ve become, it was my mom.
I have no right to ask anyone for anything, but there are so many expenses that are coming, and while we have some life insurance, it does not pay for the many bills that will be piling up over the next few months and even in the coming days. Crowdfunding was a way that I thought could help, and some people have responded