bipolar
Bipolar disorder; understanding the highs, the lows and the in between.
It Started with a Pen
It was brilliant. Easily one of the best quotes I had ever heard (or had I read it?). It had been stuck on repeat, in my head all day. (Was it lyrics from a song I'd heard?) The arrangement of words flowed together so effortlessly in my mind. (But WHERE had it come from?) I was lying in bed and the words were keeping me awake. Then a lightbulb went off.
By Katie Bindel7 years ago in Psyche
Wahalalafia (Pt. 10)
Heyyy sorry for the delay. I think I want a dog, or a cat, and I'm going to name her Ignatia, or if it's a he, Ignatius. I love really random, crazy names. I'm so tired. exhausted. I've just come in after a pizza date with my therapist (let's call her Jane). She's amazing, and transparent, which is always a good quality in a therapist.
By Marie Osuamoh7 years ago in Psyche
Wahalalafia (Pt. 8)
Hey. Now I'm irritated. I had an amazing blog, in which I wrote about Mother Music, and guess what, it was deleted! Now I have to start again! So anyway, I have to do it again. I find that I'm at my most creative when either I listen to music. For some reason, it helps me to focus. I know what is going on right now. In the background, the documentary of The Not So Secret Life of the Manic Depressive is playing. I find it so consoling when I know that someone, somewhere understands Wahalalafia. You know, I've discovered that Wahalalafia is an entity. I imagine it to be a multi-coloured individual, wearing a multicoloured suit, who is kind of my partner in crime. Its group includes: Dick the Depression, Opty, and Manny the Mania.
By Marie Osuamoh7 years ago in Psyche
Wahalalalfia (Pt. 6)
I'm bored and hungry right now, after taking a break after doing some radio work. I may get this job. Who knows. I’ll make some food in a minute. Now, I’m talking to someone on an app on which we talk about what goes on in our heads. There are many Wahalalafians out there! Of course, reader, I’m not going to tell their names for privacy.)
By Marie Osuamoh7 years ago in Psyche
Wahalalafia (Pt. 4)
So Wahalalafia really has taken shape today. I went for a job interview as a radio presenter at a Christian radio station, but my Dad went into the hospital. All I know is that at the moment I do feel vulnerable, but a strange feeling of optimism.
By Marie Osuamoh7 years ago in Psyche
Wahalalafia
Wahalalafia. A fitting title to my first ever blog. If you know me you know that in every little speck of my life, I inject humour, to try and dispel any fear or qualms about life. A year ago, I found out the reason why my head was so scatterbrain and why the world (more-so mine) seemed to be heaven one minute and hell the next. Well, the reason was and still is Wahalalafia, or bipolar disorder. I suppose I give a name to it to demystify it, to make it less of a monster. (Though let me tell you, reader, it certainly is not a monster by any means). The uncertainty of this condition (I won’t call it a disease—I don’t think it is. Is this denial?) makes it even more fun. Almost like being on oblivion, knowing that you may or may not throw up but something will happen. I never wake up, (nor do I want to wake up) entirely sure of what I’m doing or where I’m going in life. I float, I glide, in a world where many peoples’ feet are on the ground, I glide. Gliding though unstable can be the most fun experience with this condition. Stability, though predictable is so boring. It’s not as if I enjoy being unstable, but I can’t lie. I like the ride.
By Marie Osuamoh7 years ago in Psyche
