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 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
Sometimes I wonder if it’s my own fault when I’m depressed. Shouldn’t I have seen it coming? And if I did, what if I had acted differently to prevent it from getting worse? I shouldn’t have crawled back into bed. … Continue reading Is it My Fault I’m Depressed?
Depression reverberates around the room, and I wonder if it is real, or just an echo of last night’s suffering. The depression returns and repeats, like the pressing down of a single key on a piano. Again. And again. And … Continue reading Depression on Repeat