I Dreamed a Burning Man (A Prose Poem)

It takes every part of me to make the words escape my mouth. “You must stop this,” I yell at the burning man. “Breathe, you must.” He inhales air filling his lungs to capacity, releasing slowly. Everything all around slows, slowly at first. With his every breathe the blurry images passing us by begin to take shape.

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My Insomniac Life

I figured it was a night for another single dose, so I did that, and still sleep escaped me. Hours had started to pass, and I began to panic that I wouldn’t get enough sleep, it turns out that was the least of my worries. Around 2 am, I decided I had to get some sleep before waking up and did the unthinkable. For the first time in five years, I took a max dosage.

The Creative Connection – Part 2

I wanted to share today part two of what will become a series here on The Bipolar Writer. In this series, I make connections with famous creative members of society that may have, did suffer, or are suffering and living with a mental illness.

The Things I would Have Missed

I am a suicide attempt survivor and because of that I will never be the same again. On February 17, 2018 I should have died. On that day I should … Continue reading The Things I would Have Missed

Mental Health – Alternatives to Medication

My first psychiatrist, who was my psychiatrist from 2007-2012, was prominent in limiting my medication with alternative approaches. While eventually these things did not work as well, and I stopped most of them because of the many psychiatrist changes over the years, these are still important to share.

Empty Your Pockets

This is a free verse poem I wrote because I have been struggling with my PTSD lately. This poem is for anyone that has ever been hurt before. I hope … Continue reading Empty Your Pockets

My Love for Old Movies – Breakfast at Tiffany’s

As a kid, a teenager, and even as an adult I have always felt like a no-name slob, an outsider in social situations. I can still connect to Holly as a character, and it makes me understand a part of myself. In my eyes, Holly is fighting her own struggle with mental illness as she tries to find herself in the chaos of the battle.

Contributor Writers on The Bipolar Writer Blog

I had some time today, so I thought it was time to expand my contributor blogger family. Since introducing new contributor bloggers on The Bipolar Writer blog. It has been … Continue reading Contributor Writers on The Bipolar Writer Blog

Taking Time Off

I haven’t written for a few days but I will be back with a flurry tomorrow (Sunday) and for the next few weeks. I needed some mental health time it’s … Continue reading Taking Time Off

Drowning In Thought: Seeking A Corridor of Courage.

I would not look upon my anger as something foreign to me that I have to fight. I have to deal with my anger with care, with love, with tenderness, … Continue reading Drowning In Thought: Seeking A Corridor of Courage.

A Depression Poem – By J.E. Skye

I wanted to preface this poem with a “trigger warning,” this is a poem I wrote about suicide and depression recently, at this time I am NOT depressed or suicidal. … Continue reading A Depression Poem – By J.E. Skye

Sleep Hygiene – Top Ten Sleep Tips

My therapist gave me this great sheet of sleeping tips that will help with my sleep hygiene. Insomnia is always an issue in my life, so I thought today I’d … Continue reading Sleep Hygiene – Top Ten Sleep Tips