Music and the Memories of Depression

Music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. From the baroque era to black metal, I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t … Continue reading Music and the Memories of Depression

Looking for a Book Cover Artist

A blog post such a this is not my usual thing here on The Bipolar Writer blog, but I am at a crossroads of sorts. I have struck out locally … Continue reading Looking for a Book Cover Artist

Little Did I Know – A Post and a Poem

Little did I know, when I taught my children to love unconditionally and to help others they would ultimately be learning to help me, their mother, as well. Little did I … Continue reading Little Did I Know – A Post and a Poem

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

The Wall of Silence

People are afraid to intervene with someone who is having mental health issues or is in crisis. Sometimes it is fear of the unknown and/or a fear of not knowing … Continue reading The Wall of Silence

100 Things

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

Journey to a Diagnosis — The Series

It’s hard to sum up about 17 years of ups and downs with mental illness in just a few posts, but that is what I have attempted to do in … Continue reading Journey to a Diagnosis — The Series

Don’t Feed the Reaper

Right off the top: I am absolutely thrilled to be here. To be in the company of such strong and inspiring people is truly a gift. I  hope I can … Continue reading Don’t Feed the Reaper

Voice for the Voices

I have an older brother who is just under a year older than me.  My mother always reassuringly tells me how she felt suicidal when she found out she was … Continue reading Voice for the Voices

A Chapter from The Bipolar Writer Memoir

James had said his goodbyes on social media. Angela, her husband, and her son began to search the house to no avail. “I got really scared when we didn’t get an answer when we called. By this time many of the Explorer kids started arriving at my house. They had all seen what James had posted.”

A Milestone for The Bipolar Writer

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

The Long Road to Betterment

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