bipolar
Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.
Wahalalafia (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.
By Marie Osuamoh8 years ago in Psyche
Wahalalafia
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.
By Marie Osuamoh8 years ago in Psyche
Mania, 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.
By Amanda Brueckner8 years ago in Psyche
Succumbing 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.
By Alice Griffin8 years ago in Psyche
My 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?
By Chris Hearn8 years ago in Psyche
Beyond the Bipolar
Bipolar disorder is a condition that includes episodes of mood swings ranging from severe depressive lows to manic high points. The goal for people that suffer with this disorder is to find their middle ground between the two extremes and hold on tight to this comfortable feeling for as long as possible. Accomplishing this is extremely difficult and takes a lot of perseverance and positivity (even if you have to fake it sometimes).
By Kylee Treseder8 years ago in Psyche
The Emergence of Scarlett
Sometimes I really think that I may be insane. My mind wires are never not ignited and my thoughts are never fluid. Picture a train station where trains are supposed to show up on time, one by one. My thoughts, however, are more like a pile-up. Rushing at various "stops" or ideas, beliefs, and overall responses to everyday things.
By Jay Williams8 years ago in Psyche
