Ground Control to Dani A.

I haven’t been wanting to write this post because I wish it weren’t true. I wish I wouldn’t have fucked up along the way. But the truth is inevitable. And maybe it’s in my best interest, even though I’m at a loss of words. Diego threw me out of the house and broke up with…

Bicycle

I often compare bipolar disorder’s rapid cycling to that of a bicycle. When you peddle as quickly as you can, the wheels move just as fast. Once the wheel is moving as fast as possible, that’s when I start to make the analogy. The spokes are each and every emotion and feeling that we possess…

Excuses, Excuses

I feel like I spend a lot of time trying to justify myself or my actions. A lot of times I say, “I do this because I’m bipolar….” or this, “Oh that’s due to bipolar” or this, “I blame it on bipolar.” But this is something that HAS to STOP. I catch myself saying things…