bipolar
Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.
Manic Marti (Part 1)
October 2018. Los Angeles. It was a difficult time. The #metoo movement was in full swing. I remember looking at Facebook and seeing the stories pop up, one after the other. It was powerful and devastating, important and triggering. Like so many other people, my own sexual abuse was very difficult to process because I couldn’t remember most of it. So when the stories started flooding in, it made me want to remember more, so I as well could participate in what looked like a cathartic way to release my own story while inspiring others to speak up.
By Marti Maley4 years ago in Psyche
Grad School and the Beast
I was originally accepted into University of New Mexico’s Master of Public Archaeology program starting fall of 2018. I was extremely proud of myself because I felt that all my hard work in undergraduate university had paid off. At the same time, however, I was very confused and anxious about what I wanted to do or how I wanted to tackle the immense task of attending graduate school. When my professors and peers from undergrad would congratulate me for my admittance to grad school, instead of excited I felt… disassociated… like it wasn’t real. And not in a “too good to be true” kind of feeling, but in a nonplussed kind of feeling. I would even say things like “yeah, that ought to knock me down a few pegs”. I said this because during my undergraduate career I had been in honors societies, been the president of the anthropology clubs, assisted professors with their classes, mentored younger (and even sometimes older) freshmen, been an active member in local archaeology societies and clubs, served as a crew chief for my field schools and as a lead lab tech for my work study gig in the archaeology lab, and had even started working in cultural resource management before I graduated with a bachelors. All as a non-traditional student in my late 20s and early 30s, while working and taking care of a grandmother with dementia. But now, things were getting real. Especially the imposter’s syndrome.
By Sarah Foster4 years ago in Psyche
Snow In April
Snow on my birthday was the best possible gift Denver could have given me after the past five birthdays here. That is not to say that the others haven’t been beautiful in their own way, but instead to say that now, finally at 32, an age that I never thought I would reach, a blanket of soft, fresh, silent snow, is exactly what I wanted from Mother Nature.
By Kymi Parker5 years ago in Psyche
How to Spin a Yarn
When it comes to unwinding from the daily routine, my creative projects have always been as eclectic as my personalities. An odd quirk of being a writer is that I often feel my characters live on in my mind, resurfacing every once in a while, like whales coming up for air, to remind me they still have stories left to be told.
By Call Me Les5 years ago in Psyche
Let's Talk About Bipolar Rage
Last night, I experienced a bout of Bipolar Rage (or Bipolar Anger, or, according to the Mayo Clinic, Intermittent explosive disorder). I found myself in the street in front of my apartment screaming at some guy that I didn't know. Although it seemed that I was out of control in many ways, I wouldn't have actually hit him. At least I don't think so. I screamed profanities at him for quite a while at the top of my lungs, and I'm sure I could be heard from a long way off. There is a bar across the street and I know that I got the attention of every patron there.
By Chris Hearn5 years ago in Psyche
Living Through Bipolar Disorder
***Disclaimer: This article, in no way, should be taken as medical advice. This is just MY experience with bipolar disorder. Persons with this diagnosis must remain in treatment and remain on the medication regimen that their doctors prescribe. Always consult your practitioner.***
By J. Delaney-Howe5 years ago in Psyche
Bipolar
We got home from work and he grabbed ahold of me and held me; tears welling up in his eyes he said “I should be the strong one, but it’s you, you’re the strong one,” then asked me to have Alexa play “Atlas Falls” by Shinedown. All the while he held me, sobbing.
By Kari Kinzle5 years ago in Psyche
