12:15 am by James Edgar Skye It’s 12:15 am, I am in a dark room my mind racing and the panic is rising out of nowhere. Shallow and slow, I can’t catch my breath. It happens, every night, this night— the next. Restlessness. A feeling of unease. “I can’t do this,” I think. A tingling… Continue reading Updated Version of my Poem: 12:15 am
Just from these photos, you can see the people that loved him and that five years ago came together to honor this great man. I love my grandfather to this day because he taught me so many great things that I have today. If only he would have seen me continue my recovery with Bipolar 1 and panic disorder, but I believe he is still here in spirit and watching over us with my grandmother.
There are so many men and women out there during this pandemic, waiting, longing and eager to send their friends, partners and parents flowers. So they waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty and wonderful these people are. But they have to wait a little longer… Thank you for being with me.… Continue reading So Many…
I wanted to share all of this because this is the year where I take everything to the next level. My followers are so important not just to me, but to the contributor writers that call this place home. I want to show the world what a community such as ours is capable of doing amazing things.
If you ever need someone who will help you through a tough time in your life, I hope to be that person, because it is important to me to be accessible to the readers of this blog.
It has been a while friends, and I am sorry. I was mad at the world. No one in particular, or at some level, I was angry at God. My faith, my foundation, and my life shaken to the core the day my mom passed away on December 15, 2019. The anger I had inside… Continue reading The Bipolar Writer Has Been Gone, and I am Sorry
What I need most is support from the mental illness community. When my grandfather passed, it destroyed me, and I was close to my grandfather and even closer to my mom, she is the only reason. The Bipolar Writer and my pen name James Edgar Skye exists, why I am who I’ve become, it was my mom.
My point is things have to change, and it starts with me. I want to end the decade for the Bipolar Writer Collaborative Blog to end on a high note and begin the new year and the new decade on the right note. I will be making an effort to write at least two blog posts a week. There are so many topics that need to be talked about again.
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 End of the Road? I started this blog in September of 2017, for a class on how to sell yourself as a writer. Creating a blog, as any blogger can attest to, is the hardest thing you can do. I never thought in a million years that this would reach so many people. When… Continue reading All Good Things Come to an End