Scott Ninneman
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Bipolar for 49 years, chronically ill for 36. The voice behind the Speaking Bipolar blog. Wrestles taxes by day, wrangles words at night. Thinker. TV Addict. Poet. Links: https://speakingbipolar.com/socialmedia
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Looking Back on 50 Years: Local Dumps, Socks With Holes, and Garbage Patches
When I was a child of seven years, I loved to play with my mom’s sock-darning egg. It was a small, wooden tool, shaped like a little maraca, passed down from my great-grandmother. Why I loved it, I can’t remember, but that simple tool became everything from a laser pistol to a scepter I held over my royal subjects before knighting them.
By Scott Ninneman3 years ago in Earth
Bipolar Disorder and What It Means To Eat the Frog
I used to wake up every day dreading my biggest challenge. I put it off for as long as possible, but knew I would have to confront it head-on. It is always such a relief when you don’t procrastinate and get the hard tasks over and done with.
By Scott Ninneman3 years ago in Psyche
Why Bipolar Anger Still Scares Me Even After Decades of Treatment. Top Story - December 2022.
It was 2:35 a.m. when the cat decided she wanted to go outside. I listened to her bang on the blinds for several minutes before I got out of bed and made my way to the patio door. I opened the door and waited for her to step out.
By Scott Ninneman3 years ago in Psyche
A Day in the Life of Bipolar Disorder: What It’s Like To Live With Mental Illness
Can you relate? I wake up and can’t get out of bed. I feel like a pink hippo is taking a nap on my chest. All I want to do is sleep, but I force myself to get up, anyway. It’s been like this for a few days now. Every morning feels like an impossible battle just to keep going.
By Scott Ninneman3 years ago in Psyche
One Dinner With Friends Reminded Me Why I Avoid Social Interaction. Top Story - October 2022.
I’m notorious among my group of friends for turning down social invites. It’s amazing I have any friends left as often as I reply with a ‘no’ to their invitations. The guilt crushes me, but I feel helpless most days to offer another answer.
By Scott Ninneman3 years ago in Confessions
