MAKE YOUR LIFE BE YOUR ART

I first read this quote three years ago or so. Make your life be your art. When I read it, my mind immediately thought of photography, and of what it means to me. Photography was the first and only thing which could actually keep me grounded in the midst of deep depression and dissociation. I will never forget…

Mental Illness Timeline and Memories

This post is personal in the sense that I wrote it for a personal reason: not to forget. I don’t want to forget what my mental illness did and made me do. I don’t want to forget how unwell I can get. My brain sometimes erases memories and no, I don’t want to forget. Then,…

I WISH I REMEMBERED

I wish I remembered. I wish I remembered what, how stability felt like. Oh, if I only could remember. But I don’t. It’s a journey without known destination. And sometimes it would really help to remember. I remember I wrote a post once, during one of my brief periods of stability in the past, but…

They gave me therapy (Cliché pt. 2)

Aye, I’m still alive. Not that my Bipolar put an effort to attain that objective, but. I’m alive. Since I last wrote I’ve really changed psychiatrists and found out that my old psychoncolgy psych was trying to kill me without even knowing – she’d put me on three (THREE) antidepressants with no mood stabiliser. I…

Under the Crescent Moon

A waning Crescent moon’s glowing outside.  Recently, after reading Miranda Gray’s Red Moon changed my life, I have been trying to fully embrace my newly-discovered cyclic nature – so, guessing I’m now in the Virgin/Mother phase of my cycle, that could be the reason why I felt so inspired tonight to finally just do it…