September is Suicide Prevention Awareness month. While it’s great there’s a month dedicated to this, it should be 365-day year awareness. I understand suicide can be a touchy subject especially for those who have struggled with it themselves or have lost a loved one to it. I wanted to share my personal story with suicide… Continue reading September is Suicide Prevention Awareness Month
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
It hurts when people erase us – our struggles, our scars, our victories, our invisible battles, a part of our lives that shapes us and our paths in ways others will never comprehend. It hurts when people erase our mental illnesses. It’s like being told that everything must be your fault, a result of your… Continue reading I’m not “too sensitive.” I’m mentally ill.
While there has been a big push to be more open about mental health, suicide, self-harm – so that people can actively seek help, I feel like I’ve already gone too far. I am too comfortable talking about my suicidal experience. A question that my psychiatrist asks every time during my visit is – “Is… Continue reading I’m too comfortable talking about suicide
I want to spend the rest of September sharing the stories of others here on The Bipolar Writer blog as guest spots. You can write anonymously if you like, but I would love to share your stories about experiencing the darkness of suicide.
Emotional pain can be an unbearable experience. The world disappears. You get lost in your mind, and escape seems impossible. You feel tired. Alone. It is a dark place. You feel like you are holding the weight of the world. I would lay there for hours doing nothing but staring into space lost in my mind. Social media was my way of escaping. People experience emotional pain in their lives, but for me, my emotions were magnified by a thousand some nights. The emotional distress would go on for days, weeks, months, and yes, sometimes years. The toll it took on me, it always led me to the wrong solutions— self-harm.