Living with mental illness
My adventures in living with mental illness; namely Bipolar II disorder, PTSD, and trichotillomania.
Today, I feel flat. I don’t feel like I felt when I first started my blog, and I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. I feel different. Not necessarily depressed or anxious or manic, but also not necessarily happy or energetic or good. It’s hard to know where I’m at…what this feeling is…what it says about me.
Read MoreWelp, it has been one year since I started this blog. I’ve logged over 60 entries, writing almost every week for the past year. I’m not sure what to make of it all. A lot has happened. A lot has changed. I’ve gotten a lot off of my chest, and have read many responses from you, dear readers, that have given me hope.
Read MoreIt would be easier not to write. Easier, because I don't know what to write about. Nothing seems particularly interesting or inspiring. It all just seems flat, even though I suppose it's not.
Read MoreI don't feel like writing today. In fact, I haven't felt like writing for the past two weeks. And it makes me worried. I'm worried that I've hit a wall. I'm worried that I've lost everything — all of my creative flow, my energy, my motivation.
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