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Why Self-Care is Important to Writing

Taking care of your mental health is something that is important for everyone. Perhaps even more so for creative types like you and me. Most creatives draw their source of inspiration from some type of emotion, whether it be happy, sad, or angry. This kind of inspiration has provided some of the greatest art overContinue reading “Why Self-Care is Important to Writing”

To My Best Friend, From Your Bipolar Best Friend

Thank you. You’ve been there for me every step of the way over the last five years. You’ve stood by my side when many people left, believing in me even when nobody else did. I distanced myself from you, yet you didn’t give up hope. I dont know how or why you continue to putContinue reading “To My Best Friend, From Your Bipolar Best Friend”

You Don’t Have to Be Ashamed

We are all worthy of love and respect, and it is most definitely something we deserve to receive. We should be loved and cared for because of who we are, not despite our flaws. One thing I’ve began doing is simply not being ashamed of my mental illness. Instead, I embrace it. It is partContinue reading “You Don’t Have to Be Ashamed”

What It’s Like to Have a Panic Attack

I thought hard about what I wanted to write this week. It wasn’t until I was on the verge of a panic attack last night that I realized I wanted to give people some insight into what it is like to have a panic attack. I understand this is a hard topic for some peopleContinue reading “What It’s Like to Have a Panic Attack”

Stunt Driver

Being bipolar is kind of like being a stunt driver. It’s a daring ride. Both dangerous and exhilarating, you can’t help but to want more. So how exactly is being bipolar like being a stunt driver? Well, I’m glad you asked. When mania hits, it’s like a stunt driver hitting the ramp to jump overContinue reading “Stunt Driver”

It’s Been a While

So my last post detailed how I had gone on a spiral these last few weeks. I was having panic attacks two or three times a day. Panic attacks where I would stiffen and couldn’t breathe. I gasped for air and clenched my fist tight, digging my nails into my palms. Things were getting badContinue reading “It’s Been a While”