I wanted this blog to be mostly positive and not be just me moping around and all but sometimes there are days like this. Sometimes there are bad days. Like today. Today is not one of my good days. I went to sleep last night knowing that I had nothing planned for today and that, … More Bad Days
“Depression is living in a body that fights to survive, with a mind that tries to die.” One thing my dad always says (when referring to my bipolar) that really gets under my skin is, “Well, as long as you’re fighting.” I always want to retort back with, “What do you think I’m doing every … More Fight!
“You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery.”
Life is hard and mental illness is even harder. Luckily we don’t have to do it alone. A support system is crucial to help anyone to stay healthy and to thrive. Kat and I make up a small support system but with her illness that isn’t enough to fight against this disease that threatens her. … More Married to Bipolar and a Wife
I know. You’re probably wondering what the heck I’m going on about. But I’ll explain. I just washed my dog. He’s been having issues with flea bites (not actually having fleas) since the way his flea medicine works is the fleas have to bite him before they get poisoned and die. So he’s been suffering … More Dog Washing Is Important
I am happy. Can’t remember the last time I said that but it’s true! I’m riding across the state of Missouri with my in laws and I feel at peace. I know they’re not going to judge me if I need space. They love me and care about me and that’s enough. They’re beloved characters … More I am happy
So keep fighting. Never stop.
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Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start…
I just found this article and thought I should share it. I cried while reading it, it hit that close to home for me. I’m going to be trying to share this with my parents to see if I can get them to better understand what I go through with my depression. I thought maybe … More The Key to Helping a Person Who Is Depressed
Loneliness. Something I thought I’d gotten used to in high school when I first started seeking it out because I couldn’t handle being around so many people. I used to sit in the far corners of the classroom if I could, where no one could come up behind me and I could scare off everyone … More Loneliness