My Social Anxiety Life – Part Two

Part Two I feel like I am walking into the unknown as I head towards my social anxiety. This is part two of what I believe will be an ongoing series for “The Bipolar Writer” blog. In the last post of this series, I talked about my thoughts leading to a big night in my… Continue reading My Social Anxiety Life – Part Two

My Social Anxiety​ Life – Part One

Part One I decided that this will be a first in a series of blogs about my social anxiety. After going to a live show for the first time in a year and a half I thought this would work as a series. Anxiety comes in different forms depending on the person who is dealing… Continue reading My Social Anxiety​ Life – Part One

Depression Cycles

When I started this blog, I wanted the connections that I made here help guide the blog posts that I write. I didn’t imagine that it would happen right away, but sometimes it does just that when you least expected. I’m just going to see where the idea and direction of this blog post goes… Continue reading Depression Cycles

The Revolving Door of Psychiatrists – Part One

I must walk through those doors again, they hold my memories not long forgotten… In the ten years since my diagnosis, there has been a revolving door of psychiatrists in my life. Each has brought different things to my diagnosis. I decided to write this because it is a topic that I felt tackling here… Continue reading The Revolving Door of Psychiatrists – Part One

My Thoughts on Mental Illness and Guns

I want to preface this blog post with this: I have always been around guns my whole life and I have only known responsible gun owners personally. I don’t normally write about my political thoughts or positions in my writing here because so much of what I write is about my personal experiences since my… Continue reading My Thoughts on Mental Illness and Guns

Not My Favorite Subject…

*disclaimer* I am not advocating that cutting is right or wrong. For some, it is just a way of life for a time in our lives before we get help. This subject means the world to me. My scars are a constant reminder of who I was, and how far in the last ten years… Continue reading Not My Favorite Subject…