Tag: Bipolar 1

A Slippery and Stigmatizing Slope: The Use of Recovery in Managing a Mental Illness

Can we please stop using the word, “Recovery” when talking about mental illness? The use of this word for those who struggle their entire life with a mental illness is damaging. This one small, seemingly insignificant word communicates to others that healing from a…

Waiting No More: It’s Time to Drive!

I’ve spent a lot of time waiting. I’ve been restless, at times, desperately desiring to be completely satiated, longing for validation and visibility. I waited a whole decade consumed by the desire to be passionately loved. I gave every ounce of my being to…

Guns and the Mentally Ill: How Scapegoating is Increasing Stigma

  Dear American Public, As an individual who has suffered for over two decades with Bipolar 1, I share with you the same outrage and heartache you more than likely experience when learning about another incidence of gun violence in our country. I cannot…

Silenced Stories of Our Struggle

  There is an unshared story that is told over and over to my tear-stained sheets on so many restless and sleepless nights. It’s a story that I feel others don’t want to hear. A story that is told in angry, broken phrases, and…

Crazy Making in America: A Desperate Cry to Change Our Broken System

It’s broken. It’s shattered. And, it’s literally killing people every single day. The system that is currently in place for serving individuals who are struggling with a mental illness is fragmented, fractured, and incompetent. I have been a recipient of mental health services for…

I Don’t Really Want to Die, But…

I don’t really want to die, But… I’ve been fighting a war with my family for too long now. A war to feel believed, seen, valued, and considered. A war to stop the enabling of addiction and dangerous behaviors that are harming the ones…

I Will Rise, I Will Love

I am again in the midst of leaving and letting go. This act of self-love has left me captivated in thought. ┬áMuch of what I was clinging to throughout the years and wearing in heavy layers, is shedding, leaving me unraveled, naked, and new….