bipolar

Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.

Disguised
Almost 2 years ago, she yearned for love . Coming out of something more than toxic . Abuse , pain , confusion, it was all a wreck. You ever wish you could get a slight preview of what you’re getting yourself into before actually getting into it ? Yeah .. that was her. In fact she’d scroll her page , Oh ! And yes I mean her , she loved women , just as much as women claimed they love her. Continuing on , she’d scroll her page and view her past , past as in others before her , what she likes , what she’s into just everything anyone would want to know about someone they had their interest in . She was pretty cool . Her name was Alice . See Alice loves social media , she love making people laugh and just notice her , and what she could do. She as in Porcha realized Alice pain , no attention, past trauma and so on but there wasn’t anything Porcha could not fix .
By thelifeofpre _5 years ago in Psyche
I Am My Bipolar Diagnosis
I didn't choose the bipolar life, the bipolar life chose me. The new, hip thing to do in order to destroy stigma around illnesses, particularly mental illness, is to say, "I am NOT my diagnosis." It's an understandable thing to do. People don't want to be defined by just one aspect of who they are. I get that. And I'm cool with that. I'm down with what the kids are into these days.
By Chris Hearn5 years ago in Psyche
A Reflection of Depression's Old Face
As I sat in a video call with friends who are continents away, crushing Oreos into sub-par vanilla ice cream, I realised that I was depressed again.
By Jennifer Black5 years ago in Psyche
Through my husband's eyes...
Imagine being completely submerged in a pool of blissful love. For the first time in your life you actually know what love is. When you compare this feeling, with the relationships of the past you realize that the others only paved way for her. There is something special about her. You can’t find the words to adequately convey this - feeling? That word seems too shallow for this…
By Jessica Harrison5 years ago in Psyche
Bipolar is my Home
Bipolar is like a house. In the beginning, all the bricks are there, they all support the house and the house is structurally sound and safe.
By Jennifer Lyn5 years ago in Psyche
Bipolar
She opens her eyes, legs curled to her chest on the kitchen floor. She pushes herself into an upright position with her palms and glances at the shattered glass all around her. What the hell just happened?
By Lauren MacDonald5 years ago in Psyche
Off the cuff
My first visit to a personal psychiatrist, mid-October 2014, and I am 49 years-old. I cry, I pout, I cry harder, I talk incessantly and I hear the words from my Dr., “you are a high functioning Bi Polar I personality.” Excuse me??? Dr. goes on to say that I “ignored my mental health for years.” That was NOT a true statement! I didn’t have the energy to fight back with her.
By Kathy Fox5 years ago in Psyche
Involuntary psychiatric patient.
My journey through a psych ward was a battle between sanity, reason and reality. It all begun in July of 2018. The month I relapsed on marijuana. Some might think, “Oh, it’s only weed!” Or “It’s natural and good for you”
By Petenua Vilos6 years ago in Psyche
Being Bipolar
It's so difficult to explain, doesn't matter how much a person wants to understand you they just don't quite get it. I watched my mom suffer from it, she freaked me out and I would constantly yell at her to take her meds, I always thought that was the answer to everything. Pop one pill and she would go back to functioning like a normal "sane" person.
By LeAnn Murch6 years ago in Psyche
When Mania Met Psychosis
I never really considered myself as someone with a life calling until one day I woke up and thought, “I’m going to save the world -- as a porn star.”
By Rae Shane6 years ago in Psyche
Oopsy. I Started a Cult.
"Let go of my arm, Trey!" I screamed into his face. He wouldn't budge. I could fell his cool, peppermint breath on my neck as he inched to hold me tighter. I flapped my other arm around trying to hit him but it was no use.
By Justine Ruff6 years ago in Psyche
Men Are Always Interested When I Tell Them I’m Bi!
I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder about 14 years ago and I must admit, it was a relief to know there was something wrong with me, something tangible I could label, a way to understand the inner turmoil; it felt good to know other people were like me too, it felt good to know there was a reason (chemical imbalance I was told). Before the diagnosis, I just thought I was fucking crazy and was too scared to tell people the real truth, the ups and downs and sometimes the daily mood swings which totally controlled me. I hid it all out of fear. Fear that people would not understand. I knew something from quite a young age; I knew I was different in some way.
By A J Barker6 years ago in Psyche