Bipolar in Order: Advocating for the Mentally Ill
Musings on mental health, mental illness, life, love, and philosophy
I'm a fine ass motherfucka at recovery I got this right I'm all right because I been to the bottom and I never imagined I'd ever vibe and be rational at the same time it's some heavy spiritual awakening shit but sorry New Agers I couldn't have survived without my pharmaceutical medicine so you can … Continue reading Riding this vibe
Sensitivity is a gift. You’re not “too” sensitive. You are just enough sensitive.
Something that I feel has come up a lot over the last week or so, is this notion of being ‘too’ something. It was something that was mentioned in my writing on Tuesday and, unsurprisingly, something we discussed in therapy on Wednesday. Last weekend I found myself mentally compiling a list of everything I felt I was too…
I also felt that I do things too much, things like…
When you look at them in a list, when your logical brain
kicks in, it all seems rather ridiculous. How can any of us be too anything? We are who we are – I am a
sensitive, caring, disorganised and open-minded person who spends a lot…
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(I wrote this when I was only 21) Released on August 20th, 1996, through Roadrunner Records, the self-produced October Rust by Type O Negative is without a doubt my favorite album of all-time. Although it has been reviewed hundreds of times over the past thirteen years, I felt an overwhelming desire to compose the most … Continue reading October Rust by Type O Negative 🥀🍂🍃
I am overwhelmed with books I'd like to get around to reading, but besides my music on Spotify, my sketchbook, and my acrylic paints, this is how I get by on limited social interaction. So, I felt like sharing my library with you to give you an idea of how and where my brain works. … Continue reading Bookshelf of a Bipolar
My darling read my heart, for she left on Only her chains and bracelets and her beads, The powerful regalia of one Who knows the way a potentate is pleased. A glimpse of Paradise in beaten gold Whose tantalizing music leaves me stunned, For I am often easily beguiled When subtle lights and sounds are … Continue reading “The Jewels” by Charles Baudelaire
Oh, illness you are crushing me Death's door begs to open for me Brain I cannot handle Strangles my brain, scrambled Hurts, the pain rambles Voices, not my friends Where are my friends? I cannot hear anyone Nothing in my peripheral lens Cats meow and rub on my leg Don't want to stink and Bloat … Continue reading I write words to have a friend
I just wanted to take a moment to tell all of you that even if I haven't met you, I love you as my fellow bipolar bears that know deep down they would never cause harm to anyone yet continuously endure abuse and discrimination from those who will never know our gift. They bully us … Continue reading Bipolar is beautiful
I went through with it, after all. This is my first time doing spoken word poetry. I can't believe how natural it ended up being for me despite my social anxiety. https://youtu.be/W5X0Ji3jHew
Depression is not sadness; it is being buried in dreams of anxiety and pain It is staring at the same page of a book and not even hearing the rain Depression is not sadness; it is wanting someone there but having nothing to say It is not feeling the wind on a cool breezy day … Continue reading Purgatory, a poem about depression
