Allow Me to Reintroduce Myself: Returning After Bipolar Depression and ADHD

Pulling back to see the bigger picture – a view that finally brings some hope.

If you’ve read my older posts, you probably noticed I went quiet for a long time. The simplest truth is that my bipolar depression and ADHD didn’t just make life heavy—they made consistency feel impossible. When the lows hit, everything narrowed to survival: getting through the day, managing meds, trying to sleep, trying to stay afloat. And when my brain swung the other way, it wasn’t “productive energy”—it was noise. Too fast, too scattered, too many thoughts for any of them to land long enough to write. That push-pull creates its own kind of writer’s block: not a lack of ideas, but a nervous system that can’t stay still long enough to build anything from them.

But I’m back—not because I magically “fixed” anything, and not because I became a perfectly disciplined human. I’m back because I’ve slowly learned how to live with this brain instead of fighting it. Running, therapy, medication adjustments, real tools, hard resets, and a lot of trial-and-error have helped me find steadier ground. My writing is still honest, still a little sharp-edged, but now it’s more focused and hopeful. This space is for mental health in real life: bipolar disorder, ADHD, chronic insomnia, anxiety, the messy middle, and the small wins that feel huge when you’re the one carrying them.

If you’re here and you live with mental illness—or love someone who does—know this: inconsistency is not a character flaw. Sometimes it’s a symptom. Sometimes it’s your brain doing the best it can with the wiring it has. I’m not promising perfect posting schedules or polished perfection. I’m promising truth, practical coping tools, and the kind of perspective you only earn by getting knocked down and choosing to stand up again.

Thanks for sticking around, or for finding me now. Let’s do the next part together.