The Face of Mental Illness My face, calm and expressionless. My eyes, focused sternly on nothing.
Stigma suggests otherwise. Bit by bit, I’ve become more comfortable speaking up about my own mental illness. People hear that term, and they immediately think, “Oh no! What should I expect?” and they take a step back. Then they hear “bipolar 2” and they seem to turn and scurry away from the scary unknown. I… Read More I Swear I’m Not Crazy
(Update at bottom of article) Being a mom is what I always desired. To love and raise a child, mold him and impress upon him the love of life. I was eager to provide basic needs to the more complex needs (such as discipline and instilling values). Unfortunately, my son got the short end of… Read More 4 Ways Bipolar Disorder Hinders Motherhood