At a few points in my life, I can recall experiencing anger that didn’t dissipate for weeks or months.
I sometimes feel hesitant when sharing music I love online because much of the music I listen to means a lot to me and I don’t want it to feel less special when sharing. It’s also about feeling understood.
While I haven’t experienced a manic episode due to Bipolar Disorder in over a year and am being properly treated for it now, I wanted to write a letter to myself if I am one day in that place again.
I opened up about being diagnosed with bipolar disorder on my blog the other day.
It was spring 2019 when I began feeling not myself.
All across the world right now, many of us are practicing social distancing in order to slow the spread of the coronavirus (COVID-19), the new viral strain in the coronavirus family that affects the lungs and respiratory system. While unfortunately not all of us are complying yet, many states have thankfully begun enforcing shelter-in-place and curfews. COVID-19 is a serious matter. It’s vital we take action now.
On Friday, Taylor Swift’s documentary, “Miss Americana,” premiered on Netflix. The film is bold, poignant and honest.
Surrounded by sunlight streaming in from the window, I am sitting on my bed, propped up with fluffy pillows, reading Danielle Lowe’s People Say I’m An Artist, But I Don’t Feel Like One.
As a kid, I loved reading. I remember reading books in my room for hours and hours at a time. I was so happy doing so! It was like my own little world of characters I adored and plots that left me wanting to discover more. It was really special.