For all of last week, I was visiting my grandparents back in SoCal. They live near the beach, which makes for wonderful weather, despite how frizzy it makes my hair. About an hour drive away from there is where I grew up from the beginning of middle school to the end of high school. I… Continue reading A Tint of Nostalgia
This question has been on my mind for awhile, and I recently talked about it with a friend: When do I feel it appropriate to share about my struggles with bipolar disorder? And another harder one: Why do I share? I realize that I'm fairly open about my disorder, definitely more than I used to… Continue reading Why I Share
This semester I'm taking an Intro to Public Speaking communications class and... I hate it. Well, I hate the times I'm up in front giving a speech. I've actually made a couple friends in the class already and I like hearing other people's speeches that give me an insight into what kind of people they… Continue reading Dramatic Reading
I'm constantly dealing with this internal dialogue, that's telling me I'm not as good as someone else and that I won't become the person I hope to be. Maybe it's not so much a dialogue as it is a monologue. A large part of me seeks validation from both those I know and those I… Continue reading … and that’s okay.
Taking a break from the intense! The other night I was on the phone with a friend. We both tend to tease each other, and it's all taken very lightly. However, as I was recounting my day, I mentioned that I tried to watch the film version of The Giver (my sister and I were… Continue reading You Haven’t Heard of This…???
Welcome to the final installment of my journey thus far. It's been awhile in coming, I know, but here it is. Around this time after graduating, my dad was beginning to interview for a job 600 miles away from where we were living. I began to prepare for my first quarter at a state college,… Continue reading life with my disorder (part 3)
Here we go, a continuation of the story of my disorder thus far. Thanks for being so patient. During my first hospitalization, I was put on a new mixture of medications. One of these medications made me very shaky and unsteady; I felt very weak. I ended up getting out of the hospital right before my 17th… Continue reading life with my disorder (part 2)