Bipolar has transformed my life into a monumental challenge, and I feel guilty when it affects my family and friends.
Smiling, interacting, being part of the family unit or social circle… all can be exhausting. Between my medications and pushing through the day, I sometimes slip into a landslide of lassitude. Naps are not only a nicety, but a necessity…or neither. Continue reading “Bipolar Confessions from a Wife, Mother, and Friend.”
Other than my years of being bullied, friendships were good overall. By 11th grade…and college…and early years of my career, friends were sprinkled throughout. Not many, but enough. None lasted, although I thought they would. As much as I tried to keep them near, they drifted further and further away. Eventually, I stopped trying. I’d converse with my colleagues at work, but doing anything outside of work or home became extremely rare. Continue reading “Outing My Bipolar Self”
They strike more quickly than others’.
My energy is depleted by the end of the work day, and my time at home is then “wasted”. I say wasted because I want to be productive around the house: do the laundry, help make dinner, clean, play board games with the family, and such.
My “productivity”, though, often remains to be recuperation. Relaxation due to complete physical and mental exhaustion. Continue reading “When Depression Begins to Sprinkle”
Jordan Jones is a 17-year-old from Mississippi and is a content creator. He focuses on mental health and wants to help others speak up about this much-too-often taboo topic. Jordan cares about people; he wants to help bring value to others. His happiness is helping others. Continue reading “Speaking Up About Mental Health”
