I am one of the lucky ones. My family could have just let me go. I would be in one of three situations– in a mental psychiatric ward, on the street homeless, or dead. It is the cold hard truth of the reality for those who can’t afford to live in this world with a mental illness.
Amazing. Thank you. I always keep track of Milestones here on The Bipolar Writer Collaborative blog. It has been a fantastic journey. A year anniversary and 8k followers. I promise … Continue reading To the 8,000 Followers on The Bipolar Writer Blog
How Sharing My Traumatic Stories Helps Me Heal I never realized I was struggling with mental illness until I started having panic attacks. A month passed before I realized these … Continue reading How Sharing My Traumatic Stories Helps Me Heal
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 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.
There are times when writing interview features for The Bipolar Writer blog that it gets personal to me because I can directly relate to the subject of the article. When … Continue reading Joy Daehn Interview Feature
I was fortunate, however, to have some fantastic contributor bloggers connected to The Bipolar Writer blog that has helped bring us back to prominence. What started to drive me again was the content that others were writing. It was terrific to see the many guest bloggers putting themselves out there on my blog trusting that things would work out in the end.
Another influential writer in my own life Hemingway had a long history of mental illness. Hemingway, known at the time as the most celebrated American Writer, but had his demons he was fighting over the course of his life.
I have outgrown friendships, love-ships and family-ships that did not celebrate accomplishments. I stopped supporting people who disappeared whenever life got a little tough. I learnt to respect myself.
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!
As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for … Continue reading Falling In Love After Trauma
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