I’m not really sure what to write sometimes. I wish I had profound things to pass along but the reality that I’m just one person and I’m not even particularly witty hits me pretty hard on occasion. See, before the onset of my bipolar I was a wreck but had my good moments. Once we … Continue reading This Bipolar Life: Numb
I'm 44. I've known I've had bipolar now for 14 years of my life. That's about one-third of my lifetime has been knowingly spent living with and battling this disease. Now, instead of continuing to fight it (ack - it's awful!) I've decided to embrace it. I'm firmly in the "Who am I?" phase anyway … Continue reading This Bipolar Life: Beyond Bipolar
Silence can be come in many forms and mean a lot of things. Years ago it used to mean my kids were up to something they shouldn't be (imagine crayons on walls or flour all over the floor as the five-year-old tries to make pancakes, etc). Now, sometimes it's a chance for me to intently focus on a … Continue reading This Bipolar Life: Silence is Golden?
I recently watched 'Inside Out' and it triggered a strong response for me around memories, how they are made and how, sadly, they can be lost. I am lucky enough to have been born in a time with loads of ways to take photos and save them. Why? See, I spent 10 years taking lithium. … Continue reading This Bipolar Life: Meds, Memories and Me
I can be a bitch. Especially when manic. Mania can be a difficult thing to manage and when uncontrolled can cause damage to myself and those around me if I'm not careful. For me, mania tends to manifest as agitation and frustration along with making plans to achieve what are sometimes unrealistic goals. After 10 years of … Continue reading This Bipolar Life: Bitch Mode, Mania, and Me