People Will Move On

People will move on. Even when you treat them like gold. Even when you truly care about them and they truly care about you. And there’s nothing you can do to stop them. Nor should you. Thank you for being with me. Let us rebuild a healthy state of mine. Sending you Angel Love and… Continue reading People Will Move On

Too Close To Home

Okay, so I wasn’t going to write anything about the pandemic. However, I’m in the middle of a very personal experience with COVID-19. I knew I’d be a little bit paranoid about this virus – especially because I work with the public. I never imagined my fear would actually come true. I haven’t gotten my… Continue reading Too Close To Home

My mother.

With the news of James’ mom’s recent passing, I find myself reflecting on my own parent/child relationship. How lucky am I to have her, and how much I feel for James. Please consider donating here to his family’s gofundme to help with expenses. I know that this place that he has created has helped me… Continue reading My mother.

2019

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 willing to learn. Everyone comes into this world being enough. I am enough. 💫 Here is to 2020. Thank you for being with me. Angel… Continue reading 2019

The Passing of The Bipolar Writer’s Mother

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.

What Anger Is To Me

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Please don’t tell me that a smile and your sorrow just don’t go together. I would not look upon my anger as something foreign to me that I have to fight. I have to deal with my anger with care, with love, with tenderness, and with non-violence. When I get angry, I have to produce… Continue reading What Anger Is To Me

The Not-So-Great Advice a Child Therapist Gave Me

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I got my first counselor when I was six. She was an anger management counselor. I had a temper at a young age. Results from my home life. I saw anger and violence at an early age. I mimicked that behavior with my peers. The class was cleaning up the room before recess or lunch… Continue reading The Not-So-Great Advice a Child Therapist Gave Me

Losing My Safe Space

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Since 1997 when my parents built my family home, my room has been my special place. I am safe here among all that is familiar. My four walls stained with blue sticky tack from years of hanging posters up and my cozy bed that I share with my cats. Whenever I am feeling anxious or… Continue reading Losing My Safe Space

Family Estrangement After Childhood Trauma

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My friends from large families never understood why I don’t enjoy family gatherings. I don’t like crowds, even if I know everyone. I don’t see my family often enough to know any of them. This is my extended family, but what about the family I grew up with? I have my parents and two older… Continue reading Family Estrangement After Childhood Trauma

Remember…

Remember… Remember who you are. Remember how you got here. Remember what you love. Remember what happiness is. Remember your friendships. Remember where you’re going. Remember to accept your diagnosis. Remember that you are not your illness. Remember to have hope, to love and have aspirations. Remember to allow yourself to feel and to live.… Continue reading Remember…