And this is exactly why…

I started blogging because of nights like these. Having bipolar and then postpartum depression changed my life. And if I don’t get some good out of it, it’ll really drive me nuts.

I don’t mean the “typical” insanity where you can go to a psych ward and come back out. I’m talking about that void, the abyss that mental illness can pull you in. Once it sucks you into its own world, their thoughts become you and you believe every single crap they say. Despair, darkness, frustration, contempt, anxiety become your world.

Little Known Ways to Stay Sane in the New Year

I often feel like the hand in this picture. I try to keep the spark going whether in my life or relationships but then I feel myself drowning and I just don’t know what to do. That is when I lose my sanity. Some loss is sudden and bipolar related but most of it is slow and life related.

Stupid, Lazy, Crazy and a “Retard”

I was under a lot of stress before I got bipolar. The symptoms were flaring up and I constantly felt the pressure of a monster I had no name for. Then, in an odd kind of way, I was relieved to learn that bipolar was behind all this boiling water I often found myself in.