bipolar

Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.

Hunger
I think I’ve always been hungry. Or perhaps I’ve never been full. I’ve never had some deep seeded desire to watch my life unfold like the road atlas shoved in the glovebox. I just want to live. My hunger stems from a longing to have stability. To know I will be going to bed in the same place I woke up the morning prior. My hunger stems in knowing that I don’t have to remember which food pantries are open on which days. Because despite what I think, I’m not an adult and shouldn’t be allowed to make adult decisions.
By Ash5 years ago in Psyche
I AM BIPOLAR
Not again!!!!!! Will this vicious cycle ever end? I can always see it coming, I know exactly what lies ahead. Destruction! Destruction of my life. Destruction of the lives of those unlucky enough to be around me.
By Karen Cummings5 years ago in Psyche
My Struggles with Bipolar/Schizophrenia in My Relationship
I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia when I was 18. It eventually escalated to be a Bipolar diagnosis a few years later. I hated living with it. My therapist said my condition was severe but to me I felt I recovered rather quickly from it. It only takes a few weeks for the medicine to kick in. The issue was that the medicine made me gravely disabled. I couldn’t move my body and was sleeping 12 hours a day and didn’t want to get out of bed. I had low self-esteem because I was struggling with my studies and work. I was getting fired at many workplaces because of my disability. I gravely hated myself. I thought to myself - is something wrong with me? Even on medication I was still depressed. I was feeling sad over my loneliness and wondering why I was struggling so much.
By Mulan Pha5 years ago in Psyche
Mental Health & It's Effect on Loved Ones
Let me first start by saying: "Everything written and expressed is based from personal experience. This is my family's story of Bipolar Disorder and how it has directly impacted not just my sister but each member of our family.
By Tiffani Talks5 years ago in Psyche
Random Woods 10.28.2020
Hi! My name is Leslie Jones and these are stories of my bipolar life. I hope you will enjoy reading my work. Shortly After Birth
By Leslie Jones5 years ago in Psyche
Disguised
Almost 2 years ago, she yearned for love . Coming out of something more than toxic . Abuse , pain , confusion, it was all a wreck. You ever wish you could get a slight preview of what you’re getting yourself into before actually getting into it ? Yeah .. that was her. In fact she’d scroll her page , Oh ! And yes I mean her , she loved women , just as much as women claimed they love her. Continuing on , she’d scroll her page and view her past , past as in others before her , what she likes , what she’s into just everything anyone would want to know about someone they had their interest in . She was pretty cool . Her name was Alice . See Alice loves social media , she love making people laugh and just notice her , and what she could do. She as in Porcha realized Alice pain , no attention, past trauma and so on but there wasn’t anything Porcha could not fix .
By thelifeofpre _5 years ago in Psyche
I Am My Bipolar Diagnosis
I didn't choose the bipolar life, the bipolar life chose me. The new, hip thing to do in order to destroy stigma around illnesses, particularly mental illness, is to say, "I am NOT my diagnosis." It's an understandable thing to do. People don't want to be defined by just one aspect of who they are. I get that. And I'm cool with that. I'm down with what the kids are into these days.
By Chris Hearn5 years ago in Psyche
A Reflection of Depression's Old Face
As I sat in a video call with friends who are continents away, crushing Oreos into sub-par vanilla ice cream, I realised that I was depressed again.
By Jennifer Black5 years ago in Psyche
Through my husband's eyes...
Imagine being completely submerged in a pool of blissful love. For the first time in your life you actually know what love is. When you compare this feeling, with the relationships of the past you realize that the others only paved way for her. There is something special about her. You can’t find the words to adequately convey this - feeling? That word seems too shallow for this…
By Jessica Harrison5 years ago in Psyche
Bipolar is my Home
Bipolar is like a house. In the beginning, all the bricks are there, they all support the house and the house is structurally sound and safe.
By Jennifer Lyn5 years ago in Psyche
Bipolar
She opens her eyes, legs curled to her chest on the kitchen floor. She pushes herself into an upright position with her palms and glances at the shattered glass all around her. What the hell just happened?
By Lauren MacDonald5 years ago in Psyche
Off the cuff
My first visit to a personal psychiatrist, mid-October 2014, and I am 49 years-old. I cry, I pout, I cry harder, I talk incessantly and I hear the words from my Dr., “you are a high functioning Bi Polar I personality.” Excuse me??? Dr. goes on to say that I “ignored my mental health for years.” That was NOT a true statement! I didn’t have the energy to fight back with her.
By Kathy Fox5 years ago in Psyche