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
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
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
September is a particularly good month because it marks the one year anniversary since I started this blog (I will be publishing an individual blog post to commemorate this big event.) So, if you have something mental health related, and I have an opinion on that subject, drop a comment down below. Let’s have a fantastic September!
I hope that each and every one of my fellow bloggers take a much-needed time off this Labor Day weekend. I recently wrote a couple of posts that talked about … Continue reading Sharing My Vision for The Bipolar Writer Blog
If you have been following my blog, you know that I have been working since November of 2017 on my memoir. All the money donated since that time has been put into a fund to pay the artist that is creating a cover so I can self-publish. Every cent that I have is going for that purpose.
Above all, we must encourage those that are suffering alone without help to seek help. There is nothing more important than seeking help, and it is the most stigmatized part of mental illness.
It has been some time since I have written. With summer in full swing and my children all home for vacation, I found I was spending too much time writing … Continue reading 100 Things
You are your own worst enemy. How many times have you heard that phrase? If you’re like me and surrounded by smug do-gooders who consistently like to point out the … Continue reading Who Hates Me Most?
I wrote this poem about a month after my near fatal overdose in February of 2018. I took Klonopin (Benzodiazepine) usually as prescribed for over twenty years. After my overdose … Continue reading A Tiny Little Pill – a poem
We are all a little broken. But last time I checked, broken crayons still color the same. – Trent Shelton This is a letter to anyone who has been recently … Continue reading When Things Don’t Sparkle Like They Used To
Taking Klonopin for over twenty years, caused many heartbreaking tears. When a doctor first gave me mine. It was better than a fine wine. I started using and then abusing. … Continue reading A Prescription Drug Addict – a poem