Category: bipolar

Labor Day

Here in the U.S. it’s the Labor Day holiday. It has me pondering the fact that I haven’t labored ( had a job ) in 2 1/2 years. Sure, I’ve done chores around the house and been a pretty good house-husband for the most part, but it’s been odd not going to a job outside […]

Depression Sucks

I haven’t been posting as much as I use to. I’m sure that pleases many of you. I am Bipolar II, which typically tends to lean more towards depression and the upswings into mania are not so severe. The past couple of weeks I’ve been dealing with the depressive side. It wasn’t long ago that […]

Vincent

I’ve mentioned before that Vincent Van Gogh has always been my favorite painter. I’ve marveled at his masterpieces and the deep passion in each one. “Lust for Life” is written about the life of Van Gogh. Vincent and his brother Theo wrote back and forth frequently and fortunately for the rest of us, Theo saved […]

The Poopship Enterprise

I was a weird kid. I mean really weird. I mentioned once that around 14 years old that I walked around my neighborhood naked at 2 am. There seemed to be something about me that liked to take it all off. There was this book I read when I was 11 years. I don’t remember […]

Perception Problems

Remember the movie “Ghost”? When Patrick Swayze’s character dies he can’t touch anything. His hands keep going through anything he tries to touch. That’s what it sometimes feels to me. There’s a major flaw in the movie, by the way, since he does run up stairs and is able to ride a subway, but I […]

Dealing With Us

Loving a person who is bipolar can be difficult at times. I’ve seen many people who have a loved one who is bipolar handle it well. Unfortunately I frequently see some who do not handle it well. Below I’ve shortened a list of do’s and don’ts from the excellent Depression and Bipolar Alliance website, plus […]

Sleep

Most of my life I had sleeping problems. If I was depressed I was too worried to get to sleep. If I was manic I was …well, too manic. I did lots of things throughout the night to pass the time. I would draw, write, etc. Then there were the odd things that I did. […]

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