My First Time.

I have never been hospitalized before. I think that I am pretty good at hiding things, but I couldn’t hide this from myself. I knew there was something wrong. I wasn’t sleeping more than a couple hours, I was becoming emotionally abusive, and I was falling back into overspending. Mania. This isn’t the first time… Continue reading My First Time.

My Therapist Says.

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My therapist says that I am responsible. She says that I am kinda, She says that I am a good person. She says that I handle my stress with grace. She tells me that I am doing a good job. She applauds the boundaries I am drawing. She agrees that I need to create more.… Continue reading My Therapist Says.

No Therapy for The Bipolar Writer

I can’t fault my therapist for moving from long hours for probably not the most exceptional pay for a better job. She was terrific, and she helped me through so much. I got to this point because of my mom, therapy, and undergraduate/graduate school.

Need Help? Go On and Ask for It

Mental illness sucks. That’s the summation of my thoughts, usually after a depressive spiral. It’s what I think when a good friend loses a job because of a schizophrenic episode. It’s my answer when another friend hits the low part of his bipolar cycle. It’s the phrase I mutter in response to people’s suicidal thoughts,… Continue reading Need Help? Go On and Ask for It

I Need to Call My Therapist

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Today was the peak of my anxious December. Each day I have been getting more and more anxious, little things add up to become huge issues in my head. A week ago I was nearly in tears because I was overwhelmed by anxiety. I often feel like I need to have a perfectly spotless house.… Continue reading I Need to Call My Therapist

Social Anxiety and Me

Starting a new job can be challenging for anyone but when mental illness is tossed into the mix, things can be even more difficult. I am about to start the fourth week at my new job which involves doing marketing for a local charity. Of course during my first week I was nervous, you never… Continue reading Social Anxiety and Me

The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir – Book Release on Amazon

The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir by James Edgar Skye The day has finally come, the publishing of my memoir. It is called The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir, and it is now available on Amazon both in print and in Kindle Edition. This journey to share my experiences as a diagnosed Bipolar writer started here in… Continue reading The Bipolar Writer: A Memoir – Book Release on Amazon

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

Nightmares While I’m Awake

I lay in bed, my brain twisting with horrible thoughts. This weekend my husband takes two of our small children to a baseball game without me because I’ll stay home with the baby. A thousand scenarios race through my mind days before they leave. I can’t sleep and know I won’t be able to until… Continue reading Nightmares While I’m Awake

I’m Okay. Why Do I Still Seek Therapy?

I can go into public places without fearing something will happen to my children or me. This is tremendous progress. Yesterday I went into a clothing store alone. I thought about leaving when the checkout line was long, but I was determined to stay and see the process through. Lines make me feel trapped, though… Continue reading I’m Okay. Why Do I Still Seek Therapy?