Sounds like I need a cup of faith tea rather than another peace-and-calm juice box.
My impulses are like zombies, I kill them and 5 minutes later they're alive again coming for me with fresh vigour.
I had my 3 month follow-up appointment with my psychiatrist last week and she immediately picked up that I wasn’t okay and called me on it. Someone said it out loud; you are depressed.
Yes I love a mighty God, why? It is so simple, yet it is the truth that has brought about this huge change in me, I love Him because He loves me. Oh my soul, sing!
Then this new hairstyle started popping up, the whole short on the one side, long on the other side look. Oooh I wanted it so badly! It spoke to all the funky bones in my body and I started obsessing over it.
Please I need your help, what do you want? Honesty that leaves you hanging sometimes or a finished story with the answer to whatever is being discussed.
In 20 days’ time it will be a year since my last hospitalization. Wow, I can’t believe it, it’s a new record for me. When I look at the year behind me and the years preceding it I realize that I had accepted that I will never get better in the years before my last … Continue reading Blood on the walls
How often do you get the question; "what are you like when you're not on pills?" or "what were you like before you were diagnosed?" Ugh. If I could slap someone in the face every time I got one of these questions, my hand would have taken to a permanent red hue. A few days … Continue reading Who am I, bipolar and meds aside?
His comfort and understanding crushes over you like a wave. His advice flows like a gentle stream into your mind, refreshing you, giving you hope. It’s like a torrent river dragging you with, into motion to pursue the ultimate. His Grace is like the ocean drowning you until you die to yourself and feel alive for the very first time.
It's easy to think of where we would have been in our lives by now if it wasn't for the bipolar, but reflect on who you would have been?