This is a letter I wrote today in my intensive outpatient therapy program about talking to my disorder like it was a person. While that’s not my style of writing, I have to turn this in tomorrow as homework and I’d like archive it as a post so I can look back on it later. See if … More Go F*** Yourself Bipolar!: An Open Letter To My Disorder
Ready. Set. Sail! Alright everyone gather round. I’m here to tell you the story of my life starting with my childhood (duh!). So, the earliest memory that is most relevant to my story is one that my husband suggested I include and I think it makes a great starting point: the day we first met. … More Who The F*** Is Jess Melancholia?: Early Childhood
Ready. Set. Sail! Why hello there! My name is Jess and I’m a blogger who likes to write about her struggles with bipolar disorder. Done! No. Wait. I’m supposed to go into detail. Damn it! Sorry. Let me back up a bit and give some context (be patient I’m a little goofy right now). So … More Who The F*** Is Jess Melancholia?: Prologue
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Story of how the mental health care system tried to chalk up a poor black man’s struggles with bipolar disorder to his skin color and nonexistent “broken home” growing up. His ethnicity has nothing to do with his disorder. People need to grow up and start treating each other with respect because judging someone by … More Goodbye, racist scum.
Ready. Set. Sail! (Warning: frightening and gory imagery) It’s cold and quiet. The thin mist that hangs over the cemetery like a wet silk sheet is enhanced by the neverending darkness surrounding me. I stand trapped in this shadowy cold cemetery. Hushed voices swirl around my head gently. Mocking me. Not more than a few feet in front of … More My Journey Through Purgatory: A Girl Named Rei
Heart breaking but true. Happiness is so hard to come by.
Originally posted on dianetharp70's Blog:
COMING UNDONE AGAIN ***FUCK YOU***
I hurt myself today. As of right now, I can feel my reality slipping away. I can feel my consciousness evaporating into the atmosphere. Slowly. I’m losing my mind. It’s getting dark. So very dark. And cold. The mist is thickening and I’m trapped in the cemetery. She won’t stop staring at me. The ghost … More “I Hurt Myself Today, To See If I Still Feel” – Hurt (Johnny Cash)
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