bipolar
Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.
Blue slushie
Blue slushie Fame pAin shame the darkness in my eyes keeps me awake , vaping on my tool grey smoke blowing from my nose , my dad comes in my room says he is getting raw bacon ,boil potatoes in a pot frying stripes on the grill , need some more veggies (brocoli) to balance the deal .Still hungry grabs some more popcorn and a light blue slushie. Goes to the mall , the sun is shining through the glassY roof a brown dog goes woof ! Says he likes my class , I pet him his owner not too happy bout it , I’ll pass. A yellow guy maybe , still hungry Wendies or The golden arches ? Guess I’ll save some of my purple bills , I have sushi at my place . White rice fish and crab. My favorite condiments , I’m extatic. Watching the nba it’s the Phoenix suns with the orange jerseys , CP3 drains a deep three OMG , the crowd goes wild the game won by 1 .The confetti are dropping on the sweaty players they rejoice, i can see it all from my bed trought the pixels of my screen. Wow technology ! Kinda tired starts counting sheeps comfy in my bright Multicolored ikea sheets. One last look at my painting before falling asleep. I’m I dreaming , nope I wake up and go take a leak , sitting on the toilet I’m also defecating . Still sitting on my throne someone knocking on the door its my mum she passes me a Cripsy shrimp onigiri . I’m not really hungry but still wants some oranges , my favorite , I grab a teal plate and start peeling. Remembering walking in the forest surrounded by amber trees, stress and anxiety flowing away as the autumn leafs fall around me. My brother ask me do to the laundry , goes down in the basement the machine starts roaring the cloathes going round and round as my thought differ I start thinking about that girl that blocked me , pink thoughts around my head follows me , i queue up some Lil uzi , headphones on , neon guts playing I’m my ears I feel nostalgic, magic , light purple llama pianiata from that game I used to play, I’m a geek ! She said I tweaked maybe I’ll stick to gaming on my ps4. Even thought I only saw her 3 times. 2 time in the rain and once in the backseat of a cop car.
By Lucas Vincent5 years ago in Psyche
Darker side of the Rainbows
Darker side of the Our Rainbows - Living with Bipolar disorder The golden hot flames raging war between the mind and heart cause the calling out with every fiber of my being, “I see your pain,” “I feel your pain,” “I see your struggles,” “I feel your struggles,” “I’m here, let me help you,” feeling the cold blackish winds carrying my anguished words away from their desires’ focus.
By Jace Drake5 years ago in Psyche
Darker side of the Rainbows
Darker side of the Our Rainbows - Living with Bipolar disorder The golden hot flames raging war between the mind and heart cause the calling out with every fiber of my being, “I see your pain,” “I feel your pain,” “I see your struggles,” “I feel your struggles,” “I’m here, let me help you,” feeling the cold blackish winds carrying my anguished words away from their desires’ focus.
By Jace Drake5 years ago in Psyche
About Me
Hi there to all! Welcome to my first blog post! Thanks for pressing on my post to read more about me. Well first, my name is Ariana and I was born and raised in Miami Florida, i have two siblings, two step siblings, I am a Pisces baby, and my favorite color is blue. My favorite number is eight, my humor is what is called sarcastic humor, I enjoy action movies, detective based tv shows, cooking, reading, and studying numerology for fun.
By Ariana Leon5 years ago in Psyche
Daybreak
As I travel through my fifties, I am feeling a bit worse for the wear. I'm tattered, worn and often having trouble telling up from down. Luckily, I tend to have a hopeful personality and still believe that there are many good things coming my way.
By Juliette McCoy Riitters5 years ago in Psyche
Why is in patient so scary?
Words, They hold power even years after they've left the mouth. I remember being a little girl and saying whatever came to my mind, In fact I still do- But back then I didn't understand the weight that words have on one another,I didn't understand one simple sentence could change someones life. I just didn't get it. When I told my dad he looked like salami because he had so many freckles, We laughed it off, Because it was a funny sentence out of a child's mouth.
By 𝙺𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 ☾5 years ago in Psyche
Living Outside the Box of Regret and Shame
I guess for me my life could be compiled of many embarrassing moments. Embarrassing and regretful may be a mild expression for the feelings I have felt. For the last 10+ years I have lived with a Bipolar 1 diagnosis. I have revealed a plethora of characters that I didn’t even know I had in me. At one point I was so crazy I thought I was God and Satan simultaneously. I guess you never know your potential fully until you have gone through such a phase. I have been hopeless. I have been broken but the truth is that is the place where healing can come in. I choose to release the negative and let go of all the emotional drama that this drama queen has conducted.
By Sara James5 years ago in Psyche
Music That Moves My Bipolar Soul and The Playlist That Steadies The Pendulum
I have always loved music. My Mother likes to say that I could sing before I could talk and my daughter Rosaleen inherited that from me. Long before she could string a coherent sentence together she could sing the full score from Frozen. In my day it was Snow White. Rosaleen is like me in so many ways. She looks just like me when I was her age. She has my eyes, my nose and my whacky hairline with blonde curls that can't choose any kind of direction to fall in.
By Clara Elizabeth Hamilton Orr Burns5 years ago in Psyche
This is Life
Occasionally, you meet someone who claims without trepidation that they want to know what you are thinking, seeing, hearing, feeling when they realize you are having a manic episode. Yes, a close friend, all one of them, wants to see inside your mind so they can better HELP you. God bless her. She meant well; I know that now, but it still stings when I think back on that all to predictable day. To this day I know she truly and sincerely wanted to help. I naturally hesitated but nonetheless, I let her in. Never again. My experience went a little something like this.
By Serina Matteson5 years ago in Psyche








