bipolar
Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.
The Mirror Within
Some nights, the walls forget their shape. I sit at my desk, fingers hovering above the keys, while the room folds like a crumpled sheet of paper. Outside, the goats scream—though I’ve lived here long enough to know it’s just their language, coarse and unashamed. Inside, the frogs from the lake chant an offbeat rhythm, croaking my name backwards.
By Stéphane Lallée12 months ago in Psyche
Change is a Part of Life
In the Sonapur village, the old mango tree was casting a shadow as the sun set. The slender dirt road where Rohan used to play was bathed in golden light. Now, years later, he was returning after a long time, a stranger to the place he once called home.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy12 months ago in Psyche
The Lamborghini
The frequent offender. There he goes again, off his drugs. Off the chemicals that would keep him balanced. Another broken toy to be fitted into the shattered glass menagerie. Fragile but not frail. Racing thoughts like a Lamborghini crashing into a wall. Hey, you! I’m talking to you, now! You should be glad you’re still alive. Yes. This would be another pit stop. No, the doors won’t open. Silly, you. You thought you could just burst out of here into the sunshine of your life. Ha.
By Skyler Saunders12 months ago in Psyche
I Had a Breakdown, and All I Got Was This Enlightenment: A Journey Through Chaos and Clarity
The Moment Everything Shattered Have you ever felt your mind crack like a windshield hit by a stray pebble? One moment, you’re coasting through life, and the next, you're watching the fractures spread in all directions, like delicate spiderwebs reaching their way across the glass. That was me, sitting alone in my apartment, staring at my reflection in a cold cup of coffee, realizing that something had shifted irreversibly inside me. There was no dramatic event, no warning bells—just the quiet recognition that everything I had once taken for granted was slowly, steadily, breaking apart.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Psyche
a kindle inspired breakdown. Runner-Up in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge. Top Story - March 2025. Content Warning.
I'm not much of a crier but I used to be. I tell my counselor and my mental health nurse that quite often, when I am sharing emotional stories with them, I just cannot breakdown and cry. I even asked if it was my medication that I am on that just makes me unable to cry. My psychiatrist told me that sometimes we just build up emotional walls to certain things and when that wall breaks- you need to be prepared for it.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹about a year ago in Psyche
