Medication is a way of life for me. I take three in the morning, one in the afternoon, and two at night. Don't get me wrong, I take them because they keep me balanced, but it's a constant reminder every time my alarm goes off that I'm stuck with this illness. But that's just the… Continue reading Pharmacies and Falling Back.
Things have been a bit rocky. I had this dream the other night that I was desperately looking for help. I was desperately looking for someone to beg for help because I was breaking down and I wasn't going to make it on my own. Except in the dream I couldn't get my words out.… Continue reading Why Can’t Anybody Hear Me?
My worst fear is a relapse and it's happening. I have been soundly on my medications for years with very minimal symptoms but lately I can feel something changing. I don't know what it is but I am mentally exhausted. It's not a thing that I am exhausted from or a situation, it's life. I'm… Continue reading One Step Forward, Two Steps Back
When I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder I was terrified of what people would think of me. Even as little as 10 years ago people didn't know as much about mental illness as they do now. I might have finally had a name for my illness, but I certainly didn't understand it. How could I… Continue reading “Are you going to go postal or something?”