I'm going to do nothing, Facebook. Because if I wish one friend a happy birthday, I have to wish all of them a happy birthday.
Celebrating the fact that you exist can seem so asinine when you wish that you didn't.
Content notice: suicide. This piece was originally published at The Body Is Not An Apology. Far and away, the most frequently asked question I receive as a writer with bipolar and anxiety is, “How did you get to a place where you could be this open about your struggles?” It’s usually followed with a question [...]
Illustration by Jessica Krcmarik. This might as well be part two, because quite a while back, I wrote a pretty exhaustive list of things that newly-diagnosed folks with bipolar might want to know. This might just be an ongoing series where readers have the privilege of learning from my mistakes, because I’ve made more than [...]
[The illustration features a place mat with an array of breakfast foods and coffee. A pair of arms rests on the mat. One hand is holding a spoon; the other hand is clutching onto a pill bottle.] I remember the first "crazy pill" that I ever took. I was on vacation in Tennessee, sitting on [...]
[The illustration features a house, seemingly unstable, perched precariously upon a cliff. The author, Sam Dylan Finch, is standing at the edge of that cliff, looking down with uncertainty. Inside the house, there are words in frames that read, "Everyone feels stressed sometimes."] I know this is an unexpected entry, seeing as I usually blog [...]