Guided breathing does not fix anxiety or brain fog, but it helps me carry myself through the day when my thoughts spiral and the fog rolls back in.

Chronic insomnia wrecked my mornings. Guided breathing became my anchor when anxiety, ADHD paralysis, and bipolar fog hit before my feet touched the floor.

Running isn’t about fitness—it’s emotional regulation. How running helps me manage ADHD, Bipolar II, anxiety, and mood swings when the gym feels impossible.

Living with ADHD means warp-speed thoughts, constant noise, and a brain that won’t shut up. How guided breathing meditation helps me hit pause—without pretending my mind goes quiet.

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.

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.

After my sixth Ketamine treatment, something unexpected shifted — not just my depression, but the explosive rage episodes tied to bipolar disorder. This is the small but meaningful relief I didn’t see coming.

Treatment-resistant depression is brutal, but after eight days since my last treatment, I finally felt a stretch of real stability. Sleep returned, mood leveled, and for once, the Wild Wild West of my brain quieted just enough to feel like I could breathe again.

A brutal week without sleep pushed me right back to a familiar truth: sometimes survival means surrendering control and letting Lithium take the wheel. As I wait for my next ketamine treatment, I’m hanging on by a thread — honest, scared, and doing everything I can to stay alive until relief shows up.

Ketamine Round 4 cracked me open in ways I didn’t expect — a longer lift from bipolar depression, a deeper emotional unraveling, and a reminder of how quickly sleep deprivation can push me toward the edge. This is what the k-hole really looks like when you’re fighting to stay alive.

A mental health diagnosis can feel like a punch to your self-esteem, but it doesn’t define your worth. Here’s how I learned to separate my identity from bipolar, ADHD, and depression — and the practical tools that help me move forward with grit, clarity, and compassion.

A raw, honest look at how exercise fits into the reality of depression. Running isn’t a cure, but sometimes it cuts through the mental chaos long enough to feel a moment of peace.

Learning to recognize my bipolar cues didn’t make the cycles disappear, but it helped me understand what was happening instead of blaming myself. Here are the signs I watch for and how they help me show myself more grace during mood swings.

A raw and honest look at what it feels like to be present but not really here — a gritty reflection on depression, dissociation, and the terrifying ease of disappearing inside your own life.

A raw look into the mental fight behind insomnia, loneliness, and feeling misunderstood. This post explores the nightly war nobody sees — and the quiet hope that one day, things will finally shift.

A raw, vulnerable look at feeling completely drained, emotionally exhausted, and alone — yet still fighting for a sense of meaning, grounding, and self-worth. A quiet reminder that survival sometimes looks like simply staying here.

A raw, stripped-down reflection on emotional numbness and the quiet exhaustion of feeling nothing. This piece explores what it means to be hollow, disconnected, and drained — when life feels blank and the heart struggles to care.

A raw, unfiltered look at the mental tug-of-war that comes with bipolar disorder, addiction, and the brutal swings between hope and despair. “Torn” captures the fight between self-destruction and survival in its most honest form.

A raw, unfiltered dive into the questions we ask when we feel lost, misunderstood, and unsure of who we are becoming. This piece captures the confusion, pain, and quiet hope buried inside the simple question: why?