Chocolate Pudding Makes Everything Better

I look forward to holidays about as much as I do to contracting the black plague. They are a thorn in my side and the mere mention of them gives me hives.  When you are afflicted with Bipolar Disorder and suffer crazy anxiety attacks, the planning, execution, and aftermath of holidays can be daunting –…

morbidly awkward

Originally posted on Swimming Upstream:
morbidly awkward Following up on something in a previous post: my severe lack of self-esteem makes it difficult to socialize on a normal level. I don’t feel like I have anything to give another person, whether as a friend or a casual acquaintance. I don’t think other people are interested…

Stuck Between Two Worlds

Originally posted on The Bipolar Writer:
This blog post is directly linked to another blog post. You can read it here before you read this post of you like. When My Depression and Anxiety Meet J.E. Skye – Stuck Between Two Worlds This week has been a real challenge for me as I continue to work…

Grandiose Delectation (A Poem)

Originally posted on Touching Madness:
Her infectious expressions and playful delight   with no knowledge to herself; an everlasting gift to a lost soul   a magnificent radiant light disrupting all the darkness   making every day meaningful all over once again  @Touching Madness 

Sharing a Look Inside The Dark Abyss …

Recovery. It’s a word used to describe someone’s quest for a semblance of normalcy in the mental health arena. We all strive to reach that place where we can breathe again. It’s that place of balance where you are neither too high nor too low. It’s a coveted plateau.  I’m not a fan of the…

Bipolar I vs. Bipolar II: The difference all comes down to the high

Someone asked me the other day what type of Bipolar Disorder I have. I have Bipolar II. Knowing it’s “less severe” than Bipolar I, she asked why I even bother to blog about it. I wasn’t offended but that’s like asking someone why they bother to have their broken arm put in a cast. It’s…

Maybe I’m Just Too Socially Awkward For Everyone

While reading a survey question yesterday something became crystal clear. I’ve been denying it, even to myself, for awhile now. It is that I do in fact avoid most all social interaction outside my immediate family. The question asked how much time I spend per week with friends. What friends? My answer was none. I…

It’s been a long and strange day

Time speeds past me on days like today. I seem to be standing still.  My children are off playing at their grandparents’ house and I’m working hard on renovating our bathroom. I think I need anything to occupy my mind in this moment. I feel strange and tired, not good or bad – just off. …

The Face of Bipolar Does Not Define My Own

“You don’t meet a person. You meet their representative,” proclaimed my mother many years ago. I believe it was in the context of dating but the words came back to me today after reading a Tweet: I wondered how much of my mother’s words hold true for me. I certainly don’t greet every person I…