So Simone sat out the Olympics because of mental health.
GO GIRL GO!!!!!!!
If your head isn’t there, you can do anything. This is a major step in the right direction for mental health awareness. This girl went out, noticed something was up, and made sure she was okay. Who can say they do that on a regular?
I hope this helps the world understand that mental health is an issue for us all, not just for the “crazies”. We all deal with it, whether we like it or not
Have you taken a mental note on how you are feeling for real?
Are you angry? Sad? Jealous? Nervous? Why? For no reason? Yeah, I understand you.
This Bipolar thing is hard. Emotions pop up on you for nothing, making you feel shit, then spiraling your day into mess.
Medicine m? A good doctor? Observation. I have NO IDEA! That is a journey for you friend but KNOW that whatever you are feeling right now will pass, like shit through the body. It will go and come like a river, just keep paddling bro.
Everyone here has been waiting for you. It’s cool. No judgment. The only thing we require is for you to be open, proactive, and try to get help. I’m not the right person to tell you that though, but it helps.
Anyways, thank you and welcome abroad. If you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to reach out to any one of us. There are about, umm, I don’t know, billions. ✌🏿
Kanye West dropped his new album “Ye” on Friday. In it, he says he has bipolar disorder and calls the mental illness his “superpower.” The controversial statement follows several months of recent controversy on Twitter in which the artist proclaimed his support for President Trump, opined that “love is infinite,” and alleged that slavery was […]
I really don’t feel like paying a person to talk to them about my past and see what the issues are, so I guess I’d rather do it myself.
For free. Badly.
I’ve been thinking about the times in the past that I have been happy. The 90s were an easier and happier time for me. Meeting my husband and moving out of my Nana House was happy. When I was doing magazine stuff and going out and talking to people made me happy.
I’m trying to understand my horrible depressed moody mind so I don’t fall in the same old trips.
Here I am again. Here I am again. Writing on the stupid blog because my fucking brain doesn’t want to cooperate anymore. This is stupid. And everywhere I freaking look there wants to be someone who has killed themselves over mental illness. That has stabbed their children. I don’t know what is going on. I don’t know if the universe is telling me to go stab my child and husband. Or I kill myself. I know it’s not saying that. But what the fuck. I am going crazy and I don’t know how to stop this roller coaster.
PS. I’m not gonna kill my husband child but God dammit.