All posts filed under: Depression

The Ups and Downs and ‘Are you Okays?’ Of Bipolar

Mental illness is not an excuse. It’s not a scapegoat and it’s not a free ride. It’s hard and crushing and difficult, and it can break lives apart. Or you can do your best to live with it and make the most of the hand you’ve been dealt. I was first diagnosed with manic depression, also known as bipolar disorder, when I went through a particularly hard break-up during my university years, I was 24 years old. It was scary and difficult and my friends at the time didn’t really understand it. To be honest, people around me now still don’t really understand it. There are only so many times you can answer ‘Are you Okay?’ with ‘There’s nothing wrong’ when people are poking and prodding and not have them believe you because they simply don’t understand. The thing about bipolar is that there usually is no reason for the down periods. You are not just sad, you are not just having a bad day. You are depressed, and that is not something that you …

Life, the universe, but not everything.

Some people think they are so much better than others – here’s some news for you: There is not such thing as better. Just different. People are not stupid for having different views than you do, or different views about you. And while some people are actually stupid, that still doesn’t make you better than them. People make mistakes, and the biggest people are the ones who can admit that. I have made a lot of mistakes this year, a lot of poor decisions and a lot of hard ones. Some that even broke my heart, but I can admit that while what I did was hard, or mean, or cold, or bitchy, or cowardly, or strong-willed; none of it was wrong. I have to be thankful for this year. I’m not American and don’t celebrate thanksgiving, even though it was a few days ago, but I am thankful for all the lessons I’ve learnt this year. Lessons that have made me stronger, wiser and a better version of myself, but not better than anyone …

Lost Things

I’ve lost my Batman Tshirt. We all lose things, and for the most part, we all find it frustrating. It’s always something we need immediately, and it’s always in the last place we look – obviously, we stop looking one we find it, right? If only it were as easy as attaching little beepers to everything that made little whistles when we call or clap – but unfortunately, not everything we lose can be found, and sometimes that’s a choice. One of the few things I find more frustrating than losing something though, is when I lend or give something to someone and they lose it, misplace it or throw it away. I’ve found this has been happening more and more frequently of late, and sadly, this is making me less inclined to lend or give things to my friends. Friends are meant to be the ones we can trust, the ones we can open up to and be ourselves with. When they lose things of ours, our trust, our friendship – it seriously does …