Friendships are hard for a bipolar, anxiety-ridden introvert. 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… Read More Outing My Bipolar Self
…grab your umbrella I know my limits. 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,… Read More When Depression Begins to Sprinkle
A Guest Post by Jordan Jones 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.