Welcome to suggestion #12 on curing depression. I’ve got a word for you fellow depressors: Mindfulness. Have you heard that one lately? I don’t even social media that much since … Continue reading The Cure for Depression: Meditate, Pray, Journal, etc.
I oughta give you a piece of my One-track Of the same Back of my Presence of Take a load off my Bored out of my Blow one’s Nobody in … Continue reading Mindful, a poem
I wish my decoy wasn’t to look for flaws in an argument or even set out to see things from a different perspective however, I guess if I really wished … Continue reading I don’t love everything about my body.
Like a cyclone Words open up my world. Allowing me to give insight, to my inner plight. Presumably guilty of passion. Lust isn’t my fashion. Nor is Love. A hardened … Continue reading No More
I woke up this morning to another big achievement for The Bipolar Writer blog. Today, with the collaboration of my fellow bloggers this blog has reached amazing heights. I am … Continue reading A Milestone for The Bipolar Writer
As human beings, regardless of our backgrounds, we’ve become conditioned to evaluate our success in life based on the monetary value of our material possessions. The impact of this trending … Continue reading The Long Road to Betterment
An insider peek into the mental health care system of a close to developing country, from the perspective of a very nervous mentally ill mother
I have learned, the hard way, that giving advicecan be a double-edged sword. Whether you are asked to give it or not, people may be offended. There can be many … Continue reading Giving Advice
4M’s Bipolar Mom worries about what to write and whether she has the Bipolar Brass to do so
I’d like to tell you about the first relationship I ever had. I’m sure you’ve heard plenty of stories about first loves; in books, on the TV, via grandmothers and close friends. Everybody has a story to tell, whether it’s theirs or someone else’s. Lend me five minutes of your time and I’ll tell you about mine.
My first mental illness diagnosis was given at age 3, and while I don’t have many memories of being in therapy at that young of an age, I’ve always felt … Continue reading PTSD, PPD, and Parenthood
There are times I find that it’s hard for me to accept how things have turned out in life, being 27 and unable to work due to chronic illnesses such … Continue reading Retrospective