A Woman Under the Influence

Weird day. Nothing happened, just how I felt. The usual. I'm emotionally drained right now after getting 60% through A Woman Under the Influence from 1974. Gena Rowlands' performance is breaking my heart, just like in The Notebook. Why did this brilliant film go under the radar and I'd never heard of it before?? Too … Continue reading A Woman Under the Influence

Manic by Coleman Hell

https://youtu.be/UD1TgRPHlGk I can't get out of my bed, think there's magnets in my mattress Might as well just be a casket for all I care Oh no, here we go again The bad thoughts are creeping in The bad thoughts are creeping in When I feel crazy, I hide it, then fall apart in private … Continue reading Manic by Coleman Hell

25 Signs And Symptoms Of Bipolar Disorder (from True Activist)

25 Signs and Symptoms Of Bipolar Disorder From True Activist (Note: I took the opportunity to edit this article for my blog format so readers do not have to put up with a hundred advertisements and the annoying slideshow) The ability of people to function productively and cope effectively with the rigors of daily life … Continue reading 25 Signs And Symptoms Of Bipolar Disorder (from True Activist)

πŸ”ƒ Reblog: High As A Kite: My Open Letter to Mania

“When you first possess me, I thrive. I’m at my best and in my element. All shadows of doubt and depression, of loneliness and weariness fade away. I am reborn, reincarnated, reinvigorated. I am a newer and better self. This is the self that they love. Come, sweet Mania, and revive the dormant self within me that is begging to get out.”

Bipolar: Candid Crazy

Dear Mania,

I can sense you long before your arrival. You send secret messages to me taunting me with your distant presence as you inch toward me. Like a sultry lover you take your time, teasing me, flirting with me, sending sweet thrills through my body and mind before dissipating into the night once more.

I know you are there, simmering away, gathering heat and energy, gathering momentum before exploding into my being, overwhelming me and possessing me. Even though I sensed you coming, it still always takes me by surprise once your iron grip tightens around my mind, squeezing out every last essence of my sense and judgement. I still feel shocked when I catch myself in thoughts and acts that you orchestrated, making me perform like your puppet, your plaything.

I crave the reckless abandon. I long for the freedom, the vigor, the sexuality. I yearn for the…

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