It’s getting bad. Very anxious. Very sad. Feel very alone. Crying with spurts of fear.
Hey guys! I would like to recommend the documentary, “A Summer in the Cage.”
If you have Bipolar, I’m interested to hear your take. If you don’t have it, you can learn a lot about a friend or family member, maybe even a co-worker.
This documentary is interesting in that it began as something else entirely, and the director met the subject in the course of it. They became friends and agreed the documentary should be about Sam and his Bipolar Disorder instead. Mania and depression are documented. Aggression and hospitalization. Really interesting stuff and depicted well, with brave honesty and truth.
If you do watch, or if you’ve already seen it, please let me know what you think.
I related to Sam in many ways. Additionally, I feel I would’ve learned a great deal about the disorder if I didn’t already have it.
This was found on FB.
What are your thoughts?
I’m thinking we still have a long way to go regarding Mental Illness Stigma. Even my own husband laughed when reading it, and he’s seen me go to a mental health hospital three times. My point?
Is it that ingrained in our minds? Even minds that should know better?
We have a winner!
YOU are worthy.
Not feeling it today, guys. Again, I ask you to please care for yourself; love yourself. Treat yourselves as kindly as you would treat your best of friends. 💛🧡❤
Maybe you would like to share that goal with me today and tomorrow? I’m trying. Today has been up and down for me, however. 🎢🙂🙃
Sometimes, I have these thoughts. Things one might see when watching The Twilight Zone.
I see two photos of me when I’m younger and it’s Christmastime.
And I ponder –
If I could send a letter back in time, a letter to my younger self revealing something very significant ahead – my father dying when I am 15 years old, and hey even better Little Girl, you won’t be there when he literally drops dead – nevertheless, a letter giving myself the chance to do things differently, say things I wish I would have said, would I do it?
Because the bonus round includes strapping a bomb on that naive girl’s back, the smiling brunette, weighing her down, cursed with knowledge, clock ticking. Tick tock. Tick tock.
God, I miss my Dad.