Living with Bipolar II and ADHD means even “simple” self-care can feel impossible. Guided breathing became my unexpected lifeline—a small win I could actually keep. This is how slowing my breath helped steady my mind, soften the lows, and even transform the way I run.

When depression steals your words, silence isn’t a choice—it’s a symptom. This is how music becomes language when none is left.

After years of silence, I’m returning with a clearer, more hopeful voice. Bipolar disorder, ADHD, and chronic insomnia made consistency nearly impossible—but not forever. This is my reintroduction.

Bipolar depression isn’t just sadness — sometimes it’s rage, exhaustion, and a fight you can’t explain. After years of meds, TMS, therapy, and sleepless nights, I’m finally stable enough to talk about the side of bipolar depression no one warns you about: the anger. If you’re feeling it too, you’re not alone.

Covid created endless idle time but zero inspiration. Living with Bipolar II and ADHD, I had to relearn patience, self-compassion, and tiny routines to stay grounded.

COVID isolation hit hard — physically and mentally. Bipolar depression and anxiety thrived in the silence, but I found a few ways to stay afloat. If you’re struggling too, you’re not alone.

Insomnia and hypomania tag-teamed my life in the worst way — ten days of almost no sleep, racing thoughts, and the kind of despair that makes tomorrow feel impossible. This is what it looked like, and how I pulled myself back before the spiral took me out.

A day after a ketamine treatment, my mood flipped every two hours — despair, okay, hopeless, okay again. Bipolar depression can feel like the worst roller coaster ride imaginable, and this week reminded me just how fast it can drop. Here’s how I navigated the slump, medication changes, and finding a bit of stability again.

Having Bipolar, ADHD, and Depression can make you feel like you’re standing in the middle of a crowded room but completely invisible. This post dives into that raw, lonely in-between.

For the first time in my life, ketamine therapy gave me a glimpse of real stability. After years of masking bipolar II, ADHD, and treatment-resistant depression with whatever I could find just to survive, I’m finally beginning to understand the beasts that have been living inside me all along.