The Bipolar Writer Podcast Episode Four

The Bipolar Writer Podcast Episode Four – Let’s Talks about Suicide.

My Heart is Heavy

My heart feels so heavy in my chest. It weighs so much I feel like it will drop to my feet by the start of next week. I’m not sure if second hand trauma is a real term or not but I think it’s what I’m experiencing. **I am going to be talking about suicide… Continue reading My Heart is Heavy

Thirty.

30. Thirty. The big 3-0. I want to mark this time. (peep that pic of me celebrating graduation in late May) If you would have asked 20 year old me what the next 10 years held…she would have thought that it sounded scary and wonderful, but it could never be her. She blamed everyone for… Continue reading Thirty.

Four Months: A Bad Day for the Bipolar Writer

I made a decision yesterday that for the remaining time of the first year, I am going to take a mental health day on the 15th of the month. That way, I can work on focusing on staying healthy during isolation. My depression was terrible yesterday, but I got up and took a shower. I put on some fresh clothes and ate some breakfast. I watched a favorite movie that was both mine and my mom’s, Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I am a huge Audrey Hepburn fan, and I love that movie.

My Demon Said To Me

Broken and aloneChilled to the boneConfused, spinningFrom the chorus in my home‘You’re not enoughYou’re not enoughYou can’t do it on your own’ I concedeI give inOkay, I’ll listenI must admitI’ve come to love The way the cold blade glistens But when I close my eyes to goAmong those who Took fate by the throatSomething whispersSoft… Continue reading My Demon Said To Me

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.

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 Silent Sands of Illness

This is a new rendition of a poem I wrote on my blog. The Silent Sands of Illness Spheres be fed the blackened beast, For long to fill his gluttonous feast. Not life itself could escape it’s grasp. For death to all the plague they clasp. Yet random the beast, it toyed it’s prey, Amused… Continue reading The Silent Sands of Illness

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…

What are Your Worst Mental Illness Symptoms

I feel better. My depression lessened over the weekend, and I have a good feeling about where the rest of February will go when it comes to the depressive episode being entirely over. I have not felt this good since the first week of January. While thinking about what to write this week on my… Continue reading What are Your Worst Mental Illness Symptoms