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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Defining the Next Step

I think my next project in the meantime will be starting a new screenplay. I have some ideas of where that would go. I have been working on the beginnings of the story of one of my favorite video games.

The Bipolar Writer Blog Needs Your Help!

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.

My Struggle With Antidepressants

When things are going good, usually in the first few months of an antidepressant change, I always feel as if this is the one that I can stick with and take in the long run! Then reality starts to hit. In the early years of my diagnosis I cared little about life, and when my antidepressants failed to work, it was my mother and my psychiatrist that made the decisions to change my antidepressants.

Finally an Update I Will Love- My Memoir

It has been a long process. Seriously. There were so many days where I wanted to quit it all and give up my dreams of sharing my experiences with mental … Continue reading Finally an Update I Will Love- My Memoir

Music That Changes my Mood – Pt. 17

Twice in one week! I really love these music posts because when you’re in this mental illness life, at least for me, listening to music has gotten me through so many dark times. So I hope you enjoy today’s mix of songs! Be sure to check out the series below!

PTSD, PPD, and Parenthood

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

Becoming Whole

Full.  Completed.  Perfect.  Undivided.  Fulfilled. What does whole mean to you?  To me? For a long time, I didn’t know.  I just knew I felt incomplete, and broken.  Bipolar depression … Continue reading Becoming Whole

Retrospective

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

A Favorite Poem, and Today’s Thoughts

Today, I’d like to share a favorite poem that I heard many years ago when I was in the struggle of figuring out and accepting my diagnosis.  It resonated with … Continue reading A Favorite Poem, and Today’s Thoughts