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Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.
Snow In April
Snow on my birthday was the best possible gift Denver could have given me after the past five birthdays here. That is not to say that the others haven’t been beautiful in their own way, but instead to say that now, finally at 32, an age that I never thought I would reach, a blanket of soft, fresh, silent snow, is exactly what I wanted from Mother Nature.
Kymi ParkerPublished 3 years ago in PsycheSurfing bipolar. Note #2
In Surfing Bipolar: Note 1, I explored the intersection between surfing, ocean waves, and bipolar disorder. Today, I continue by exploring how bipolar mood waves (episodes) reflect the nature of the ocean. When I first started surfing, I categorized waves as small, big, very big, and huge-deadly. Since then, I’ve learned a few things about waves.
Coastal Fauna
The first time it happened was on the anniversary of Fiona's death, five years previously, in his intern year of residency. He had moved to Miami to train as a psychiatrist, and in a moment of fragility, he purchased some pot from the gentlemen who delivered a chaise into his first floor condo.
How to Spin a Yarn
When it comes to unwinding from the daily routine, my creative projects have always been as eclectic as my personalities. An odd quirk of being a writer is that I often feel my characters live on in my mind, resurfacing every once in a while, like whales coming up for air, to remind me they still have stories left to be told.
Call Me LesPublished 3 years ago in PsycheLet's Talk About Bipolar Rage
Last night, I experienced a bout of Bipolar Rage (or Bipolar Anger, or, according to the Mayo Clinic, Intermittent explosive disorder). I found myself in the street in front of my apartment screaming at some guy that I didn't know. Although it seemed that I was out of control in many ways, I wouldn't have actually hit him. At least I don't think so. I screamed profanities at him for quite a while at the top of my lungs, and I'm sure I could be heard from a long way off. There is a bar across the street and I know that I got the attention of every patron there.
Chris HearnPublished 3 years ago in PsycheOUTSIDE the CIRCLE
11:02. The smell of Blazin’ Hot Cheetos makes me choke. A chubby-faced eleven-year-old is the source, her face an inch from mine. She holds a pistol against my cheek and scowls.
Hannah LoganPublished 3 years ago in PsycheLiving Through Bipolar Disorder
***Disclaimer: This article, in no way, should be taken as medical advice. This is just MY experience with bipolar disorder. Persons with this diagnosis must remain in treatment and remain on the medication regimen that their doctors prescribe. Always consult your practitioner.***
J. Delaney-HowePublished 3 years ago in Psyche- Top Story - July 2021
Surfing bipolar. Note #1.
Hello, I’m Varvara. I am a coder, designer, artist, mom, wife, storyteller, surfer, and I have bipolar disorder. One day, I hope to write a book about my experience of going through life with bipolar disorder. In the meantime, I’m starting with a smaller step: writing monthly articles on the connections between surfing and bipolar disorder.
Bipolar
We got home from work and he grabbed ahold of me and held me; tears welling up in his eyes he said “I should be the strong one, but it’s you, you’re the strong one,” then asked me to have Alexa play “Atlas Falls” by Shinedown. All the while he held me, sobbing.
Kari KinzlePublished 3 years ago in PsycheI do not gush.
I do not gush, what I mean to say is, I am not one for voicing my issues. I see it daily, whether on social media or the street. People are confident enough to express the way their emotions, be it anger, love, or sadness. Not me, I am a private person. I believe nobody would want to hear my nonsense, or my thoughts should remain shrouded behind a plethora of prescribed drugs. Who knows.
Peter CulbertPublished 3 years ago in PsycheTwo faces.
Excerpt One. Realisation without regret. When did I realise something about who I am was different?
Peter CulbertPublished 3 years ago in PsycheBipolar Disorder 2 vs. 5-4-3-2-1, Get Up!
How My Disorder Affects My Mental State For many years there has been a longing for something that’s missing from inside my soul. Like a thirst to be more than what I am realistically capable of being; longing for something unseen that I have never quite been able to discover within myself. It is like knowing exactly what you want, but also not knowing or knowing that it is always outside of grasps reach. There are some days that I open my eyes and I can feel on top of the world... But, more days than not I feel in a sense that the entire world has stopped and is running me in the complete opposite direction that I fight so hard to travel.
Harley MariePublished 3 years ago in Psyche