A Mental Health Guest Blog Spot

Next thing I knew, there was blood everywhere.. all over my bed and me, I was feeling dizzy, everything was blurry, and I felt sick. I was freaking out inside, but I never shouted for help. ‘This is it’ I thought to myself. Everything actually flashed before my eyes, I saw myself winning that goldfish at the funfair, I saw my gran and me at the beach when I was little. Everything. Then nothing.

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Share Your Story – A Mental Health Safe Place Pt. 2

The Bipolar Writer Collaborative Mental Health Blog is what I consider a safe place for those who are suffering from mental illness. A place where each of us can tell … Continue reading Share Your Story – A Mental Health Safe Place Pt. 2

Topics of Discussion – October on The Bipolar Writer Blog

These posts have been helpful in the past so it is great to open the floor to my fellow followers and bloggers to what topics the Bipolar Writer should discuss here. I would love your feedback.

A Suicide Prevention Month Guest Blog Post

I have one last guest post in honor of Suicide Prevention Month from writer and blogger Kira, you can find her blog at https://jackofwriting.wordpress.com/ My Brother Lost His Fight, But I … Continue reading A Suicide Prevention Month Guest Blog Post

To the 8,000 Followers on The Bipolar Writer Blog

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

I’ve Got You

After over twenty years of fighting my demons, I had enough. My depression had become treatment-resistant, and bipolar depression is the absolute worst form of this insidious black fog. My brain didn’t care that I had a loving husband and family, that I was finally financially secure, that the stressors in my life had been reduced to a minimum.

Taking Time Off

I haven’t written for a few days but I will be back with a flurry tomorrow (Sunday) and for the next few weeks. I needed some mental health time it’s … Continue reading Taking Time Off

World Suicide Prevention Day – A Self-Harming Story

Emotional pain can be an unbearable experience. The world disappears. You get lost in your mind, and escape seems impossible. You feel tired. Alone. It is a dark place. You feel like you are holding the weight of the world. I would lay there for hours doing nothing but staring into space lost in my mind. Social media was my way of escaping. People experience emotional pain in their lives, but for me, my emotions were magnified by a thousand some nights. The emotional distress would go on for days, weeks, months, and yes, sometimes years. The toll it took on me, it always led me to the wrong solutions— self-harm.

A One Year Blog Annivesary

It was a risky venture starting this blog in September. In the distance, you knew that there was a chance that being Bipolar could stop this blog in its tracks. With October and November looming you made the decision to move forward. It was the right choice.

My Rededication to The Bipolar Writer Blog

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.

Sharing My Vision for The Bipolar Writer Blog

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

A Chapter from “The Bipolar Writer” Memoir

To be in a place where suicide is the only option isn’t as fresh in my mind, but it is the worst feeling I have ever felt in my life. I remember it well. You never forget the depths of the darkness that is suicidal thoughts. The places that my mind went to when my depression was at its darkest was hell, and it felt like there was no escape. I wanted to be anywhere but in my own body.