In the daytime, my thoughts are slow and sticky, like molasses dripping from a spoon. I cannot say what I mean to, even inside my head. I reach for words, try to pluck them from the sky, but they slip … Continue reading Nighttime is for Racing Thoughts
I recently read an article that mentioned the concept of being a stranger to yourself, and that resonated with me on a deep level. In a sense, it really defines what having Bipolar Disorder is like for me. I don’t … Continue reading I Am a Stranger
I feel tears drip down my cheeks and hear them fall onto the pillowcase. I wonder: can you hear them too? My hair is damp, my ears, cheeks, and neck wet. I cry for the loss of normalcy my illness … Continue reading If I Tell You Everything
I imagine standing in line, clutching a doctor’s note that is supposed to relieve me of performing my civic duty. I will be surrounded by strangers, each with their own excuses for why they cannot perform theirs: a job, a … Continue reading A Jury of My Peers
You said it was all over, you were going to leave. You couldn’t stand it anymore: the ups and downs, the low self-esteem, the whining. You couldn’t stand me anymore. You didn’t know how you had held on for so … Continue reading The Conversation that Never Happened
