If You Ever Need The Bipolar Writer

I am doing something unorthodox today here on The Bipolar Writer. I hope that I have created a place where my fellow mental health sufferers can have a “safe place” to discuss their own issues. I often get emails from many who are seeking help or guidance or just want to talk about things. I… Continue reading If You Ever Need The Bipolar Writer

Is It Anxiety? Tips and Tricks to Recognize Signs of Anxiety, and To Deal With Them

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I have a fairly normal outlook on the world:-someone’s late coming home …so he must be dead or kidnapped.-that person didn’t smile at me …she hates me.-the warning light came on in the car …it will blow up before the next stoplight.-I feel somewhat sick …yes, Google, it must be cancer. What? That’s normal, right?… Continue reading Is It Anxiety? Tips and Tricks to Recognize Signs of Anxiety, and To Deal With Them

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.

Clarity.

This is a two part post: The next part is scheduled to be posted tomorrow. I want to start off by saying that I voluntarily see my psych doc weekly because I need a lot of accountability regarding my medication. It is a personal choice and in no way does it reflect my dedication to… Continue reading Clarity.

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.

(Do-It-My)Self Therapy: My Foray into Art Journaling

I am a do-it-yourselfer. If you’ve by any chance read my blog post, My No-Medication Journey to Emotional Health and Well-Being, you are aware that this doing-it-myself thing extends to all things, even things as crucial as my entire existence. Maybe it’s good, maybe it’s not. I’ve certainly been scolded for being too self-sufficient but… Continue reading (Do-It-My)Self Therapy: My Foray into Art Journaling

The magic wand

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I can’t even remember when the last time I wrote here as a collaborator. Since my last time on here, many, many things happened. I graduated from college, started graduate school and now started my internship as a social worker. I always imagined how it would be like to be on the other side of… Continue reading The magic wand

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