Bipolar Disorder

Esse sapo não é meu

Sabe uma das coisas que mais me irrita nas pessoas, é que elas falam como se eu tivesse escolha. Eu não pedi pra ser bipolar. Eu não assinei nenhum contrato, nada do que eu fiz desencadeou a bipolaridade. Posso ter culpa de muitas coisas, menos de ser bipolar. ESSE SAPO NÃO É MEU. E não é de…

O abismo é meu lar

Em casa nos sentimos confortáveis, temos alimento, lugar para dormir, proteção e aconchego. Encontrei no abismo infinito — ou nem tão infinito assim — um jeito de sobreviver, não consigo sair daqui, mas é nesse lugar que sei onde encontrar o que preciso.

Rwenshaun Miller & Eustress, Inc.

Shining a new light on the discussions around mental health

Why mental illness, for me, is about relationships, relationships, relationships

“Your Work Saved My Life”: Why It’s Not Just an Expression.

I really wish, sometimes, that more people understood the utter and profound depth of what some of us mean when they tell an author, an artist…

Cheerleading or Celebrating?

I was prejudiced. I admit it. When I was in high school, I believed that all cheerleaders fit the stereotype…

Voided Days

So, it’s been three weeks since I was locked up in Castle’s psychiatric unit. I’d like to say I’m thriving, like it’s just another day, but I feel like shit. That’s the truth of it. They locked me up for six days and I’m supposed to just fake it ’til I make it. It’s exhausting.

Crescent Moon

By Clarice Bouwer

Losing my job to Bipolar Disorder

How to survive and keep going after being dismissed because of your chronic condition

Sexual Abuse

This used to be painful

I do not know how or where to start on writing this entry. Do I jump right into the experiences? Do I write about the academic explanations of what sexual abuse is? Do I write about how it made me feel and how it has affected my life? Where…