Two years ago, I experienced a major life crisis. I wasn’t myself, but my self was doing terrible things. Regrettable things. Eventually, I returned to reality and watched as wind displaced ashes of my past life. The stench of death impossible to remove. Death of friendships. Death of security. Death of faith. A new beginning […]
Bipolar disorder is not an invitation for anyone to call you crazy.
For me, it’s about freedom, owning up to my stuff and allowing myself to move forward.
That’s what this all is, you’re being tested for something greater. That explains the homelessness, the joblessness, the undue criticism from everyone; the savior must go through pain.
One of the most challenging things about being diagnosed with bipolar disorder is the weight of the stigma surrounding it.
I was getting sick. It was the kind of sick that made it hard for me to breathe, to actually show up and do my best work.