Hi. I’m back. Well this is awkward. Akward? Awwkwaaard? I don’t know how to spell it. Leave me alone! Sorry, I should probably give some context. I’m extremely depressed. I need help. I got a new job a few weeks ago and in my hypomanic attempt to be the best employee possible I think I … More Depressed
Hey, I probably should’ve said this forever-ago but I’m taking a hiatus from blogging. Not trying to copy anyone else but yeah I’m kinda over blogging. But it’s better than writing about the birds and the rainbows and bullshit. That’s boring. If I feel like coming back I will. But I got nothing to … More A Now A Word From Our Sponsor…
Ready. Set. Sail! There’s this weird unsteadiness I get whenever I think about my blog. It feels almost unnecessary but at the same time crucial to the bipolar community. I write mostly about a symptom hardly anyone on the planet has. Heck, some days, I don’t even believe it. Maybe I’m just weak. Maybe it’s … More Feeding The Fire: New Year, Same Issues
Ready. Set. Sail! HOLD UP! Before we go anywhere, I’d like for you to go to the comments section below and catch me up on what’s going on in your life. I just came out of a depression and haven’t been keeping up on anybody’s blog. I am so sorry. Please fill me in with … More Made It Back Up The Mountain
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been so quiet. A lot has happened. I’ll try and update everyone soon. I’m really scared. I’m panicking right now. I haven’t been sleeping. For weeks. I’m on Trilafon. Does anyone know if it makes you paranoid? I feel like I’m in danger. I’m edgy and nervous and scared. I … More Hello?
Hey. Man. Have things taken a turn for the worse. God I really lost my motivation. And one of my closest friends is in the hospital for trying to OD on his bipolar meds plus some other stuff. I’ve been an emotional wreck. I can’t even write. I don’t know what’s wrong. And the negative … More Guest Post: Some Words From My Husband
Ready. Set. Sail! So I guess I should say something. I haven’t in a while. Intensive outpatient has been keeping me busy. But I’m done with that now. I have a job…well…HAD a job. I quit yesterday. I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt like of the two other new girls they hired, I was … More Sinking Stone: How Bipolar Drags Us Down
Ready. Set. Sail! So, I want to clarify something, more so for my own benefit than anything else. I’m not in a relationship with Mark as normal people would refer to it as. Mark is a parasite. To quote the website “Fact Monster”: There are three different types of symbiotic relationships: mutualism, commensalism, and parasitism. … More Detox: Ripping The Parasite Off My Heart
To describe it as torture would be an understatement. It’s mental anguish. That feeling. That worm that digs and digs into your skull, trying to make it’s way in. It’s taking over my brain again. I can feel it. Twisting and turning inside my head. It’s almost painful. I’m grinding my teeth just to distract … More I Wanna Do Bad Things With You
I literally just want to blow my fucking skull off my body. My head has been pounding. I feel sick. I hate taking pills. I fucking HATE men. And I just want to run away. Yes it’s about Mark. No he’s not gone. Fuck. My. Life.