bipolar
Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.
5 Things Bipolar People Want You To Know
It’s impossible to have any sort of relationship with someone who has bipolar disorder. One minute they’re up; the next minute they’re down. They’re volatile. They are easily triggered, dangerous, and dependent on drugs. Or so it might seem.
By Willa White8 years ago in Psyche
The 6 Faces of Bipolar Disorder
Admittedly, bipolar disorder can be a pretty confusing disease. Having displayed symptoms since toddlerhood, I still don't understand everything. One of the most important things I have learned about my disease is how there are more than two sides to the coin. In fact, there are at the very least six distinct faces; six freely flowing phases. Of course, there are other things that are important too, but let's start here.
By Willa White8 years ago in Psyche
Bipolar, Perseverance, and What You Should Realize
The craziest idea I ever had was that someday I would be a famous actress, attending galas and awards ceremonies, collecting swag bags and hanging with the who’s who of Hollywood. I was the star of the play, two years running. Stage after stage, performance after performance, dressing up to watch The Oscars because I knew that I had to practice my acceptance speech before I got to the real thing. I looked for agents, went to auditions, read books, and memorized monologues. At drama club, I was bigger than life, and everyone in the room knew exactly where I wanted to be; Center stage.
By Willa White8 years ago in Psyche
Living With BPD
Eighteen years of intense mood swings, emotional breakdowns, and euphoria like this world has never seen: a brief synopsis of my life story. If you're reading this, I'm sure BPD (bipolar disorder) affects you - or has affected you - in some way. For some of you, it fluctuates more intensely than others. I, myself, experience intense fluctuations, so I want to use this a way of encouraging others to not only educate themselves on what BPD is and does, but also on how to get the necessary help. I've tried these things myself, and found that they work much better than I anticipated.
By Ricky Brewster8 years ago in Psyche
Swimming in a Sea of Sorrow
Growing up I always knew my life was a little different from everybody else. My clothes were from the salvation army, my hair was in the same afro puff every single day of school, and my mom had bipolar disorder. Life wasn't always easy as a kid, but it also wasn't always hard. I had a mother who loved me dearly and grandparents that helped keep us afloat. It wasn't until I was in my third year of college that I finally realized, or let myself realize, that I was suffering from depression.
By Saber A’ly8 years ago in Psyche
Liberation
We all, as humans, have our moments of weakness. We have those moments where maybe we're not completely sure of who we are. Unless you're like me, that feeling ends. Every morning I wake up, and I'm unsure whether Tigger or Eeyore will be making my decisions for me. I have a Bipolar Disorder. My specific Bipolar Disorder is when I have rapid mood swings that are beyond my control. One moment I could be on top of the world, but in the next, it could be falling down around me. There is no liberation in my mind.
By Sierra Brown8 years ago in Psyche
Three Days Ago
What was I doing three days ago? Bailey sat at her desk pondering. She cannot even recall what she ate for breakfast; how was she expected to remember what she had been doing three nights ago? She had been sitting in the same spot for an hour, reading and going over the letter that rested in front of her. She peered over at the alarm clock on the stand. 10:02 am Michael would be calling her, he regularly called her in the morning. He insisted it was because his day could not commence till he heard her voice but she learned he was checking in on her. Bailey needed to find her cellphone. It was not plugged in next to her bed like it typically was.
By Bailey Schooley8 years ago in Psyche
Living With Bipolar Disorder
Today I woke up on the sofa again. I feel safety and comfort in the corner of the sofa surrounded by pillows and my two cats. I leave the television on so the voices make me feel less alone. I go to the kitchen and make the first of many cups of coffee. I can use a box of K cups in one day. This box has 12 cups in it. I count my cigarettes because I am virtually penniless and don’t know how I’ll even buy my next pack. I contemplate quitting cigarettes but my current state of turmoil won’t let me. I wrack my brain trying to figure out how I’ll get through another day without money. It’s so isolating to feel this bad and have no one who understands, no one who can even deal with your presence because you have absolutely nothing left to give.
By Elizabeth Arnold8 years ago in Psyche
