I Stand with Darkness! – Jasper Kerkau

All I know is this is gorgeous. I stand with darkness and with Jasper. What a write! Would I give up my torment for a better life?  Trade my constricted words for laughter at restaurants with jovial sorts with funny handshakes and antidotes about country life. I could chemic… Source: I Stand with Darkness! - … Continue reading I Stand with Darkness! – Jasper Kerkau

How Bipolar Disorder F*cked Me In All The Wrong Ways

Shoutout to the amazing Feminine Collective for publishing my NSFW piece I’m a woman who enjoys sex – a lot. I’ve always had the pleasure of savoring what many would consider a very high sex drive, and for the better part of a decade (excluding a brief separation) my husband has delighted in the benefits of my voracious appetite, that … Continue reading How Bipolar Disorder F*cked Me In All The Wrong Ways

A Family Plan for Depression

The first time I posted this was in 2014 but I have no idea where it is, so here we go again, because it's that time of year and I know what could happen. My fingers are crossed that it won't, but this ain't my first rodeo, better safe than sorry.   Being a Mom is … Continue reading A Family Plan for Depression

By My Own Admission #3 – S.L. Heaton

      My hair before and after medication   By my own admission...I am sick.   Unhealthy...unwell...diseased. There are literally hundreds of millions of people who suffer daily with some type of ailment. This doesn't make me special or unique in anyway...it just makes me sick.   I don't generally talk about my illnesses and … Continue reading By My Own Admission #3 – S.L. Heaton

Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles

Last month Stephanie Bennett-Henry and I wrote something together that touches on Stigma. I was reluctant to post it for (get this) fear of offending people. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous considering the disgusting comments and jokes that people are making today, in regard to Sinead O'Connor. I swear to God, some of you need … Continue reading Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles

My Days Are Numbered

My moods have been predetermined and prescribed. Seven tiny compartments measure my days. Pink and orange match the sunrise and taste bitter with my coffee. I chase them with water so they mellow in my blood, as if water can render toxic harmless. Yellow sticks in my throat every morning, and steals my happiness before … Continue reading My Days Are Numbered

“I spent five days looking up ways to kill myself.”

A brave and beautiful post.

Crazy is a Luxury

It's finally here, the day has come when I see my GP about an ECT consult. The medication/psychiatric merry-go-round is killing me. I can't do this anymore. I haven't left my house in weeks, I haven't written for PC because let's be honest, I'm not doing so well with "Living well with mental illness" and … Continue reading Crazy is a Luxury

Twenty-six Pages

  Remember when I said I was going to get the pharmacist to print out every single medication I have been prescribed since 2012? Well here it is and it is a whopping 26 pages long. There is shit on here that I had to Google, absolutely no fucking clue what it was, and no recollection … Continue reading Twenty-six Pages

My Brain is on Fire

I asked for this medication change. I needed this medication change, but that doesn't make the initial effects of this medication change any easier to deal with. Yesterday was particularly brutal for me. How is it possible for one's head to simultaneously feel so bloody heavy that it's weighing your entire body down yet at … Continue reading My Brain is on Fire