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
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.
I owe her everything that I have today because she believed in me. There would be no James Edgar Skye or The Bipolar Writer without my mother’s faith that I would get my life back.
How is it best to be, think, or feel, when we are threatened by darkness, whether from external factors or whether in our own minds? I think this is a question which concerns a lot of people now. We look around and things are difficult, there is suffering everywhere, terrible ecological anxieties, political upheavals. It’s… Continue reading Looking for gold veins in black granite
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 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
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
https://www.gofundme.com/rasing-to-upgrade-the-bipolar-writer-blog This is my GoFundMe under my real name David TC (I wasn’t sure if I could get the funds if I used my Pen Name James Edgar Skye.) Thank you in advance for donating! So, my goal is $300. The cost to upgrade. If 100 people donate 3 dollars, I can reach my goal… Continue reading The Bipolar Writer Needs Help… Again
Death is such a strange yet familiar concept to me. It is strange because I don’t understand why people fear death. I know that it is simply natural to fear your life coming to an end; but I don’t understand it one bit. I seem to have a very romanticized view of death, that it… Continue reading My Romance With Death
Music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. From the baroque era to black metal, I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t listening to some kind of music, first on a little cassette player, then on CDs, and now of course through online streaming. In fact, the… Continue reading Music and the Memories of Depression