Fall is coming

It's been a fast summer for me. My mom tells me that as you get older every year the seasons go by quicker than the year before, but at 32 I don't like this idea. I don't want to blink through seasons in the coming years. I want to appreciate long walks and longer days.

Fall is a fickle time. It is the darker months in which I become darker, at least that it what...


What I Used to Be

I used to think that being bipolar was the worst thing to ever happen to me, that this illness that manifested in my brain was all that I was or that I would ever be. I used to think I was hard to love.  After all, who wants to visit me in the psych ward or sit by while a man in a white coat stitches up the tender skin on my left wrist. Who...


Out of the Darkness

There were ribbons - silver if you were simply raising awareness, red if you lost a parent, purple if you lost a child, blue if you lost a spouse, green if you lost a sibling, and yellow if you lost someone from your extended family. It was a rainbow of sadness. I wore a silver ribbon around my wrist and a sticker of an oragami crane to symbolize the special meaning of...


Mad as the Mad Hatter

I never knew when I was a little girl that I would grow up to be mad. Mad - like the Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland. I always thought I would be Alice.

But that is not what happened. I am not Alice, though I do wear cute dresses, love the color blue, and, from time to time, wear a headband.

I am mad.

They call it bipolar disorder. I'm type I which means I...

Welcome to Being Beautifully Bipolar

For the millions of people who suffer from bipolar disorder, it is often a misunderstood malady. While the basics of bipolar are pretty well understood by most -- characterized by changing moods from mania to depression -- the in's and out's of living with...