All this time I was convinced that I didn’t like condiments... my past history of disordered eating was the cause.
Having struggled with suicidal ideations and attempts, and having dealt with years of self-harm, I know it’s important to talk about. But I also know I have to take care of myself... so I struggle.
Having experienced hypomania before, I knew the warning signs and summoned the courage to nip it in the bud. (click title to read on...)
Since I was a child, I’ve been called “too sensitive.” Recently I’ve learned that it’s not that abnormal, and I'm realizing that I'm okay. (click title to read on...)
Today I am inviting those friends who I feel may be interested in this blog to like this page and read it. By doing this, I am attempting to share my life and break the stigma of mental illness that holds so many captive in fear. You are not alone. (click title to read on...)
Sometimes I do things because I have to, and not because I want to. Though not uncommon, my mental wellness improves when I appreciate any thing, big or small, that I can manage to be grateful for. (click title to read more...)
Some days, sleep is hard to come by. With bipolar disorder, it is not a good idea to ignore this. Like all things in life, if I need help, I have to ask for and accept it. (read more...)
I'll always want to help. Sometimes all I can do is remind you that you matter and you belong here. (read more...)
When boredom leads to tiredness, which can slip into depression, something has to change. A routine is necessary for my mental health. (read more...)