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  • The Moon in My Mood: How Lunar Cycles Show Up in My Bipolar Blogging

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    I’ve always known that bipolar comes in cycles—bursts of manic energy, followed by the crash of depression. But recently I discovered something I didn’t expect: my moods don’t just swing on their own schedule. They seem to move with the moon. Looking back at my blog stats, I could already see the rhythm: a manic…

  • Mania, Productivity, and the Montage of Joy

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    There’s a strange mixture of energy running through me right now. Mania has me up at three in the morning, typing away, words pouring out faster than I can believe. Thirteen chapters in a day. It feels incredible, but it’s also terrifying. Mania is dangerous. It’s not just “being in a good mood.” It’s a…

  • Why I Quit Taking My Meds—and Why I’m Back on Them Now

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    ⚠️ Content Warning:This post discusses mental health, psychiatric medication, and experiences with bipolar disorder, including references to mania and depressive lows. If you’re in a fragile state or easily triggered by these subjects, please take care while reading.___________________________________________________________________ I’m going to start by taking the coward’s way out—because the truth is, I don’t have one…

  • The Life of a Bipolar Writer

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    I don’t talk about my bipolar near as much as I should.Partly out of shame and frustration. Partly out of fear. People have seen the worst examples of bipolar disorder and there’s a deep, quiet terror that creeps in when I imagine them projecting that onto me. The word alone—bipolar—carries a heavy load. It comes…

  • Bipolar Is My Superpower (And Sometimes My Curse)

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    I live with bipolar disorder. Not in the abstract. Not as a label. Not as a quirky footnote in a conversation. I live with it. Every day. It has cost me jobs, tested relationships, and taken me to the edge more times than I care to count. But it’s also shaped the way I feel…