Better at being Bipolar

Much like life right now, I’m writing to you guys without a “topic” to discuss, or any direction for that matter. I’m writing just because. And I’m realizing that maybe the most courageous act I’m accomplishing right now is simply letting go. I’ve been walking through life without any real intent or destination because I’m…

Pregnancy dilemma: Bipolar with babies?

In about a month from now, I’ll be 2 years into married life and I’ve successfully dodged a lot of baby questions. I’m starting to pass that honeymoon phase though so those questions are starting to trickle in. Before I know it, they’ll be watching that certain “special lower abdomen” bump every time I refuse…

Love & Loss

If you’ve followed me on Instagram, you’ll know that my grandmother passed away a month ago. Everyday I think about her – we were close… really close. We shared a room and bed together for almost 12 years of my life until I got a room of my own. Let’s just say I have a…

Breaking free from rapid cycling

Tis the season to spring forward and welcome new mood changes and rapid cycling. I know that I cycle through depression, anxiety and hypomania when the weather drastically changes, which is usually around March to April and again August to October depending on the year. Another one usually creeps up around June too. Rapid cycling…

Alternative mindfulness

I learned this formula when I began my mindfulness journey –> mindfulness equals meditation, which is why I tried to be a zen yogi at first. I immediately enforced this rule when I was hospitalized a few years ago. I’d lay out a towel on the floor and meditate with my legs crossed for 20…

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…

I’m “crazy” and psychotic

Me, and the 1 in 5 individuals living with a mental health disorder, are “crazy”. But how crazy are we really? If you try to dissect that statistic to find out how many people live with bipolar disorder, you’ll sadly find an inconsistent range of numbers and percentages. This means that… You don’t have to…

Holiday hibernation

Christmas is coming in full speed and there is nothing better than transforming into a bipolar bear and hibernating from the whole world. This winter holiday is a great excuse to spend quality time with family and friends but sometimes it’s just way too much stimulation. If this is you, take a deep breath and…

Step 3 to Conquer SAD This Winter: Therapy

Therapy comes in many forms – Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT), Dialectical Behavioural Therapy (DBT), mindfulness, pet therapy, sex therapy, and so on. Oh c’mon… (safe and responsible) sex is important! But the traditional and most effective therapy to conquer Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) would be CBT, DBT, and mindfulness. Warning: this is a long blog…

Step 2 to Conquer SAD This Winter: Routine

It’s time to spring out of bed – Say hello to routine and bye bye winter blues! Um… as if. Bad days come and go with the cold gloomy weather but the winter blues buries you into the snow until spring comes to melt it all. It disables you from being able to do all…

Step 1 to Conquer SAD This Winter: Sleep

November is in full swing and it’s time to start planning for SAD, aka Seasonal Affective Disorder, aka winter blues, aka winter sucks. I tried to tackle the cold gloomy days last year by using different DBT skills and techniques but it still left me hanging by a thread. After months of having mixed episodes…

Mental freedom

There’s a constant buzzing in my head that doesn’t go away. It’s not the steady buzz from cute furry bumble bees, it’s not white noise, and it’s not the usual voices I hear. They’re just conversations between people and myself. For example, I’ll walk by someone with nice shoes and wonder to myself where she…