Confessions of a functional bipolar chick

I’m writing this after a long 12 hour shift with snot all over my face and completely naked because clothes make me feel like I should just crawl out of my skin. This is the truth about living with bipolar disorder a little too… functionally? I trick myself into thinking none of the depressed, anxious,…

Is Dialectical Behavioural Therapy helpful or nah?

I have a very, very, very philosophical theory about recovering and getting better – it starts with “I’ll get better” followed by “then I’ll try therapy.” A little contradictory, no? You don’t start biking without a helmet, bump your head, and say, “I’ll consider wearing a helmet.” You very well will wear a damn helmet…

Rapid cycling: The devil you know

Rapid cycling – the quick turnover of depression, anxiety, and hypomania – is the familiar devil that I know and live with. We all have our worst nightmares within us… our flaws and all. But this devil is one that I could happily live without. I try my best to embrace it but it’s gnawing…