He cut himself out of my life with a scalpel. I don’t know why, and I won’t assign a motive. All I know is it correlated with my July 2018 diagnosis of Bipolar and BPD. I lost my current home, my husband, my in-laws, and my self-respect. So why do I bring it up? Almost… Read More »Defeating Your Inner Demons: Passage 4 – My Demons
All things entertainment and downtime! Minecraft, Pokemon GO, etc.
This is Lindsey Stirling. I love her. Give the song a listen before we continue, and check out the lyrics while you do. Gave it a good listen? That is what doing the work in therapy feels like. It’s frightening. It’s not at all fun. And it’s the self-realization that helps the most. My newest… Read More »Shatter Me: Trusting the Process
How often do you count your blessings? How often do you list the things you’re grateful for? I saw first-hand the strange power of gratitude when I spoke to my therapist Monday. For most of the meeting, I complained about two things: my ex, and my step-father’s death. Now, both of these things have affected… Read More »Acknowledging the Strange Power of Gratitude
I’ve got my Bengal Spice morning tea beside me, breakfast in the microwave, and a serious bone to pick with the idea of life as adventure. So let’s dive into some #realtalk about life while I politely disagree with Helen Keller who said, “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” Every day… Read More »Your Life Is Not An Adventure
Nothing. Empty. I’d say soul crushing but I’d have to have a soul for that. That’s with borderline personality disorder feels like. Every day, I face a self that doesn’t exist. That’s not entirely accurate. There’s some kind of consistent traits set that is me. Caring; protective; loyal; honorable; just; and a few others. According… Read More »Borderline: The Emptiness Behind the Pain
You know the story of the Princess in the tower? Well, that story is complete bull. Yeah, I know, I sound harsh, but here’s the problem with every one of those stories. The prince always saves the day! It frustrates me. See, for the longest time I was that Princess. I built a tower in… Read More »The Princess In The Tower
I feel like doing again. It’s probably the meds. Mental disorders can kill motivation. Not just kill. Murder with extreme prejudice. Before Abilify, I can’t remember the last time I played guitar for me. That for me? That’s critical. Until last week, the thought of picking up a guitar brought the pain of a thousand… Read More »Lifting the Clouds: The Effects of Medication in Mental Illness
You know that scene where Cass nearly got shanked? Well, thank Max and Miri, the two delightful mannequins pictured above. These are basically Shay’s assistants, models, and all-around handy people. I’m not quite sure where this post is going, so have another picture. I am getting my act together, I swear.