I Love You, I Want to Punch You in the Throat

Some days I’m just off center. Today has been one of those days. I know Sam cares, but that doesn’t help.

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Bipolar Disorder In My Own Words

Isn’t it funny (in the Alanis Morissette Ironic way) how a single picture can take you back to a weekend, the was triggered by a weekend before? How your memories transport you back to those days, when the hurt was raw and angry. When the scars weren’t scars but were newly formed cuts, born from

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Navel Gazing at it’s Best

One more hurdle to jump, and “happiness” is right around the corner. So why am I not happy?

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One Step at a Time

I have been absent from here for a while now. The end of September first part of October saw me literally walking through my own personal Hell. There was the breakdown, there was the psych ward, and there was coming to terms with where I had ended up.

The thing is, when I left the

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Victim of My Disorder?

Someone once said to me “You’re a victim of your disorder”. It may very well have been Awesome Therapist. I am sure I’ve heard it before. I’m sure I’ll hear it again. The thing is, while it might be easy to roll over and play the victim in life, therefore absolving you of any responsibility,

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