Then There Were Whole Lot Of “F” Bombs Thrown
I woke up much like any other day this month. Unhappy, soul-cringingly unhappy. This is the kinda hurt you feel when that first girl you love kisses another guy after…
I woke up much like any other day this month. Unhappy, soul-cringingly unhappy. This is the kinda hurt you feel when that first girl you love kisses another guy after…
Living with bipolar I disorder is a like constantly being on a rollercoaster. The mania, the highs, are exquisite. You feel grandious. You can concur the world. There are no…
I did something Sunday evening I never imagined I would do – I read in front of a crowded coffee/ wine shop from my memoir that I had written about…
It is easy to go to therapy ans say that you are making a difference in the world of bipolar disorder. Maybe you go home and curl up with a…