My Triggers For and Warning Signs of a Bipolar Episode
My recovery did not begin until I truly accepted I would have to manage and cope with Bipolar Disorder for the rest of my life.
My recovery did not begin until I truly accepted I would have to manage and cope with Bipolar Disorder for the rest of my life.
We are worth loving through our brokenness and our pain.
I lost my son to suicide. Then, I lost the necklace I got to remember him.
Suicide, much like addiction, disease, and other mental health diagnoses can happen to anyone.
How would our classrooms, our homes, and our world be different if schools were empowered to teach the skills needed to boost resilience, (emotional) regulation, and relationships?
Sometimes hope is the thing that convinces us with no shortage of turmoil to stay put as we wait for the tides to turn.
Hope is powerful and necessary but sometimes that’s not how the story ends. Sometimes, your sister dies and you just have to keep living without her.
If I can’t trust my brain to keep me safe, perhaps I can’t always trust it to be honest about me either. Maybe some of the things I have tortured myself with over the years aren’t true.
Suicide is seen as tragic, but it isn’t something to ridicule, belittle, or demean.
There never were any attempts to end my life, rather I wanted the emotional pain to end. And that desire was a catalyst to turn all the emotional pain into physical pain...
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