Category Archives: Bipolar

The Author is You

I’m in a good place right now. I had a lot of support and encouragement when I was at my worst. But, I will never forget the pain of PPD and Bipolar, the confusion brought on by suicidal ideation, the release you feel when you make a plan, the sadness and loneliness of depression, or…

Calling out the Crazy

The scarf fit around my neck snugly as I walked fast through the parking lot. I was certain I would be late but didn’t bother to leave any earlier than I normally would even though my appointment was half an hour earlier this time. I pulled the scarf up farther on my face and attempted to keep…

Here in the Silence

Quiet. So often in my past it meant I was running away from my anxiety, frustrations, anger, or a situation I couldn’t handle, and had given myself time away in quiet to re group. It meant I wasn’t coping well and needed to be left alone away from stimulations, loud noises, and conversation. I needed…

Skipping Through the Exit

The room was a dismal brown with 9 chairs lining the perimeter, and filling them were people like me, people needing help to fix their jumbled, confused, foggy minds. Minds filled with thoughts that got switched about, and skewed… a lot. I remembered the first time I had come to the building and walked through…

Crazy Might Still Live Here

I’m a a spot right now with my mental health where I can look back and go, “girl, you weren’t just on the crazy train, you were driving it. ” But it didn’t just occur to me one day that I needed help. There wasn’t a light switch that went off turning the old me…

Reaching Out is Hard

I’ve been there. That place where it seems too dark to crawl out of. Where you can’t find the light and there doesn’t seem to be an answer. I’ve been to the place where your bed is your best friend and the only sound you want to hear is silence. Because today isn’t a day…

The Fight is ON

Sitting side by side, four days away from our one year anniversary, we looked out at our daughter playing on her swing set and then back at each other. The words sat on the tip of my tongue but were so hard to get out. But he knows me so well. “What’s wrong?” I had…

In My Back Pocket

I carry something in my back pocket as a “just in case.” I thought everyone else did too. I believed that every morning we all got up, washed our faces, brushed our hair, put on our make up, got dressed and tucked this away as our security. Because we might need it. One day. But…

Things Not To Say To Someone Battling a Mental Illness

There are many things that our social filters keep us from saying to one another, for most of us anyway… ahem. But for those of us struggling with mental illness we hear the same cliché lines daily and it doesn’t help us while we fight out silent battle. You create your own happiness: No, we…

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