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Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.
Wahalalafia (Pt. 9)
Hey, I had a bad dream, so I thought to myself, hey why don’t I write? At the moment, I’m looking into reading affirmations, specifically Christian ones.
Marie OsuamohPublished 5 years ago in PsycheWahalalafia (Pt. 8)
Hey. Now I'm irritated. I had an amazing blog, in which I wrote about Mother Music, and guess what, it was deleted! Now I have to start again! So anyway, I have to do it again. I find that I'm at my most creative when either I listen to music. For some reason, it helps me to focus. I know what is going on right now. In the background, the documentary of The Not So Secret Life of the Manic Depressive is playing. I find it so consoling when I know that someone, somewhere understands Wahalalafia. You know, I've discovered that Wahalalafia is an entity. I imagine it to be a multi-coloured individual, wearing a multicoloured suit, who is kind of my partner in crime. Its group includes: Dick the Depression, Opty, and Manny the Mania.
Marie OsuamohPublished 5 years ago in PsycheGuys, It's Alright
In today's world we are faced with a lot of people having trouble with mental health; more often than not, it's depression. When suffering from mental health troubles, people will often lash out at others without good reasoning, and most times, without even realizing it. As a result, we see things like, abusive relationships, family fights, and friendships ruined. That being said, I think the biggest problem with these mental health struggles is, admitting to yourself and others that you're are facing the problems. Although others may see you acting irregularly, only YOU know how you truly feel and what you are experiencing. Everyone has a predetermined notion that if you seek help you automatically show that you are weak. I have personally noticed this tends to happen with men... A LOT... Men naturally have a sub-conscious that tells them,"I don't need help; I can do this myself." Well, let me explain to you why you might want to rethink it guys.
Wahalalalfia (Pt. 6)
I'm bored and hungry right now, after taking a break after doing some radio work. I may get this job. Who knows. I’ll make some food in a minute. Now, I’m talking to someone on an app on which we talk about what goes on in our heads. There are many Wahalalafians out there! Of course, reader, I’m not going to tell their names for privacy.)
Marie OsuamohPublished 5 years ago in PsycheWahalalafia (Pt. 5)
Wow! Wahalalafia gone wild! I just wrote the best ever blog about how I was misunderstood, and guess what? It was fudging deleted!
Marie OsuamohPublished 5 years ago in PsycheWahalalafia (Pt. 4)
So Wahalalafia really has taken shape today. I went for a job interview as a radio presenter at a Christian radio station, but my Dad went into the hospital. All I know is that at the moment I do feel vulnerable, but a strange feeling of optimism.
Marie OsuamohPublished 5 years ago in PsycheWahalalafia (Pt. 3)
I was manic yesterday. I suppose it was the two strong cups of coffee that I imbibed, partly to reduce my appetite. (Yes, I'm trying to lose weight) and to send Dick the Depression away, wasn't really the best idea. Anyway, it is what it is.
Marie OsuamohPublished 5 years ago in PsycheWahalalafia (Pt. 2)
Happy Valentine’s Day. At this present time, I’m single, unlike Pringles. I find that being in love is one of the most complicated aspects of having Wahalalafia.
Marie OsuamohPublished 5 years ago in PsycheWahalalafia
Wahalalafia. A fitting title to my first ever blog. If you know me you know that in every little speck of my life, I inject humour, to try and dispel any fear or qualms about life. A year ago, I found out the reason why my head was so scatterbrain and why the world (more-so mine) seemed to be heaven one minute and hell the next. Well, the reason was and still is Wahalalafia, or bipolar disorder. I suppose I give a name to it to demystify it, to make it less of a monster. (Though let me tell you, reader, it certainly is not a monster by any means). The uncertainty of this condition (I won’t call it a disease—I don’t think it is. Is this denial?) makes it even more fun. Almost like being on oblivion, knowing that you may or may not throw up but something will happen. I never wake up, (nor do I want to wake up) entirely sure of what I’m doing or where I’m going in life. I float, I glide, in a world where many peoples’ feet are on the ground, I glide. Gliding though unstable can be the most fun experience with this condition. Stability, though predictable is so boring. It’s not as if I enjoy being unstable, but I can’t lie. I like the ride.
Marie OsuamohPublished 5 years ago in PsycheMania, Roller Coasters, and Plates
Hi, (if you are new here) I'm Amanda and I have bipolar depression. I'm starting to notice my symptoms of when I'm having a manic episode. This is not something I have been able to do in the past. I would only notice I was manic after the fact.
Amanda BruecknerPublished 5 years ago in PsycheSuccumbing to Mania
It's 4 am, I'm lying in bed, and again sleep is elusive. The electricity begins to crackle and shoot through my body. The world is dark and still. My room is quiet and safe. I pray desperately for sleep to take me. The only thing I want is to sleep. But sleep won’t come because the demons are creeping back in. Everything is awakening. I’m coming back to life. I want to do all the things at once. I want to strip naked and run. I want to scream and laugh. I want to dance. But most desperately I want to fuck. I want to make things to write and paint. To tell my story. Maybe I should get up and clean the house. Let’s crank the music up and get some one here to have some fun with. Maybe go to the park. Can we swing? Can we play? What if I take a shower? Drown myself in the bath? Oh, dear God why does this happen? I need to sleep. I need to get up. If I just let myself go, I could be happy. I could have fun. It could be great. The possibilities are endless.
Alice GriffinPublished 5 years ago in PsycheMy Story for Bell Let's Talk Day
January 30, 2019 is Bell Let's Talk day in Canada. It's a day where Canadians everywhere are invited to discuss mental health issues. Oh, and of course, a day to promote Bell. There is no shortage of people who are critical of this aspect—the fact that it is a giant, multi-billion dollar company using mental health awareness to get its own name out there. Regardless, the concept is a good one because discussing mental health is never a bad thing. So, despite the criticism, it's a good day to openly discuss mental health. And it gives me a chance to talk about ME! Who doesn't want an opportunity to talk about themselves, am I right?
Chris HearnPublished 5 years ago in Psyche