Pretending To Be A Genius

So you all haven’t heard from me in a while, I apologize. I’ve been going through a inexplicably difficult time recently, and I was fearful that my depression was returning. As you all can probably imagine, that fear was debilitating on its own right. Add to that fear, the increasing pain in my back, and…

The Pain Of Wisdom

They say, that as you get older you become more wise. I don’t know who “they” are, but I think it has something to do with life experience, not age. I unfortunately, now without the cloud of depression taking up all the space in my head, I am left with more room to notice things…

The Popular Kids

Almost everybody remembers their high school years. For me, mine weren’t that long ago, under 10 years as a matter of fact. However, I couldn’t care less. For me, high school was basically torture, as I imagine it was for most of us with undiagnosed mental illnesses. Yet, there is one thing that still bothers…

Reason To Live

It was recently, scrolling through Twitter, that I stumbled upon a fellow that was asking for reasons to stay alive. (P.S if you haven’t followed me on Twitter, my handle is @AlanWolfgang, just sayin) Now this obviously is a red flag for mental illness sufferers, in more ways than one I might add. It unfortunately…

Why Compare?

This is a point that my mother brings up rather often, but rarely follows herself. My siblings and I are constantly comparing ourselves to one another. None of us like to put in hard work, me because of my depression, my sister because of her BPD, and my brother because he’d rather spend his time…

Get Comfortable Being Uncomfortable

I know I said on Twitter that I wasn’t going to write a post today, but I can’t help it when creativity strikes. Yesterday, my mind felt blank, which is something I’m getting used to, slowly but surely. I also am trying to avoid some mistakes I made with my prior blog, namely writing when…

Flipped Upside Down

A reader recently brought this up to me in a comment on a guest post of The Bipolar Writer Collaborative Blog. I never was really able to put it into words until they did it for me. I have live nearly my entire life depressed. My mother doesn’t believe that I was depressed during my…