https://youtu.be/GGorABGw418 Quotes from the video from Teal Swan "You refuse to cut your losses." [Wow. This might be the best description of depression I've ever seen.] "Whatever you resist, persists." "You're committed to a dead end." "Why would I scream if there's no one near to hear me?" "Basically you're aware that these little things … Continue reading Futility and depression are synonymous
Some blog posts are planned far in advance while others spill from my mind and into my keyboard immediately for you to see. This one is spilling. This one is for the people who feel stuck. This one is for the people who understand depression.
Depression is real. Your pain is real. It is all valid. Please, listen to me: those nagging thoughts of worthlessness, don’t let them too far in. Your pain is valid, but those nagging thoughts aren’t true.
I know this all too well. I understand your pain. The self-doubt creeps in. The worthlessness creeps in. It can feel like the most real thing in the world. It can feel like the only real thing in the world.
All the pain can make us forget that hope is real. We forget. We get covered in all the bad. Sometimes the bad can smother us. It…
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I wanted to use these articles to help educate both myself and others about this distressing, unpredictable feature of bipolar disorder. It has come to my attention because of the unique state I've been experiencing lately. Sometimes I feel [hypo]manic, then I can be triggered into depression, but I can also experience what seems to … Continue reading Mixed affective state 🎭
"The Blessing and The Curse" How common is laziness? Idle hands are the devil's work. Are all lazy people doing the devil's work, whatever that even means? Sorry if I've the wrong interpretation. Perception is reality and I enjoy being lazy yet have a strong work ethic when I DO work. Maybe they're just stuck? … Continue reading INFJ manifesto through Bipolar’s eyes
Wise words from Charlotte Underwood.
“Suicide doesn’t end the pain, it passes it to someone else”
It seems that this quote pops up all around the media and within the mental health community.
Last year, a photo with this exact saying went viral, and it plastered the mental health community.
And I’ll be honest in saying that part of me agrees; because I lived through it.
When I was 18, my father passed away due to a successful suicide attempt.
I know that it was his last choice. He did all he could to live but it didn’t work, he was never the type to give up without a fight.
I’ll never be mad at his choice because, in truth, I completely understand it.
I battled suicidal thoughts throughout my teen years and even today, they can still try to creep up on me.
But while my father’s pain did end, I found a…
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I just observed that it's been over a month since I last posted an original writing. This may be the longest stretch of depression, absent of any significant hypomania, since I was re-diagnosed bipolar in April. This, despite the dosages of my medications being increased on a monthly basis. I met someone last night who … Continue reading When it won’t stop raining
Abstract Background. Much research is done on the stigma of mental illness, but little research has been done to characterize these phenomena from the perspective of people with mood disorders. Objective. To characterize the extent to which individuals with bipolar disorder and depression are stigmatized, determine factors related to higher levels of stigmatization, and assess … Continue reading Stigma and Discrimination in People Suffering with a Mood Disorder: A Cross-Sectional Study
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