bipolar
Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.
How to Spin a Yarn
When it comes to unwinding from the daily routine, my creative projects have always been as eclectic as my personalities. An odd quirk of being a writer is that I often feel my characters live on in my mind, resurfacing every once in a while, like whales coming up for air, to remind me they still have stories left to be told.
By Call Me Les4 years ago in Psyche
Let's Talk About Bipolar Rage
Last night, I experienced a bout of Bipolar Rage (or Bipolar Anger, or, according to the Mayo Clinic, Intermittent explosive disorder). I found myself in the street in front of my apartment screaming at some guy that I didn't know. Although it seemed that I was out of control in many ways, I wouldn't have actually hit him. At least I don't think so. I screamed profanities at him for quite a while at the top of my lungs, and I'm sure I could be heard from a long way off. There is a bar across the street and I know that I got the attention of every patron there.
By Chris Hearn4 years ago in Psyche
Living Through Bipolar Disorder
***Disclaimer: This article, in no way, should be taken as medical advice. This is just MY experience with bipolar disorder. Persons with this diagnosis must remain in treatment and remain on the medication regimen that their doctors prescribe. Always consult your practitioner.***
By J. Delaney-Howe4 years ago in Psyche
Bipolar
We got home from work and he grabbed ahold of me and held me; tears welling up in his eyes he said “I should be the strong one, but it’s you, you’re the strong one,” then asked me to have Alexa play “Atlas Falls” by Shinedown. All the while he held me, sobbing.
By Kari Kinzle5 years ago in Psyche
I do not gush.
I do not gush, what I mean to say is, I am not one for voicing my issues. I see it daily, whether on social media or the street. People are confident enough to express the way their emotions, be it anger, love, or sadness. Not me, I am a private person. I believe nobody would want to hear my nonsense, or my thoughts should remain shrouded behind a plethora of prescribed drugs. Who knows.
By Peter Culbert5 years ago in Psyche
Bipolar Disorder 2 vs. 5-4-3-2-1, Get Up!
How My Disorder Affects My Mental State For many years there has been a longing for something that’s missing from inside my soul. Like a thirst to be more than what I am realistically capable of being; longing for something unseen that I have never quite been able to discover within myself. It is like knowing exactly what you want, but also not knowing or knowing that it is always outside of grasps reach. There are some days that I open my eyes and I can feel on top of the world... But, more days than not I feel in a sense that the entire world has stopped and is running me in the complete opposite direction that I fight so hard to travel.
By Harley Marie5 years ago in Psyche
Black Sheep
I knew I was different from the day I was born. Instead of playing with dolls, I loved nature from a young age. I found joy in learning about different animals and dinosaurs, and I liked looking under rocks for weird creatures. To my family I was a pretty strange kid, and to other kids I was an alien.
By Rissa Rose 🥀5 years ago in Psyche
Why A Mood Tracking App Helped My Bipolar Disorder
I used to say that "I have" bipolar disorder. But I realized I DIDN'T HAVE bipolar disorder, it had me. Now I say that I SUFFER from bipolar disorder. And boy do I suffer. If you've read any of my past Vocal posts, you know that mental illness is a big part of my life.
By Napoleon "Bo" Perrish5 years ago in Psyche
A LETTER TO MY YOUNGER SELF: Why I came out of the mental illness closet.
Dear 30-year-old Napoleon, At 10 AM on April 3, 2006 you will try to kill yourself. Ya, you heard right...suicide. But don't worry, you'll make it. Just try not to ingest the Clorox Bleach. That stuff tastes nasty!
By Napoleon "Bo" Perrish5 years ago in Psyche
