Category: Getting Personal

World Bipolar Day 🧠

World Bipolar Day is an opportunity to move beyond surface-level awareness and toward something more meaningful: understanding, compassion, and real support. People living with bipolar disorder deserve to be met with accurate information, less stigma, and communities that know how to show up with care. Awareness matters, but support is what helps people feel seen, respected, and less alone. 

Grandma’s hat 👒

As I wear my Grandmother’s hat, I acknowledge her life and the life she touched in me. I recognize the wounds that were passed down, and I choose not to carry them forward. Where there was hurt, I make space for healing. Where there was bondage, I choose freedom. I love you deeply Grandma. 🌱

Cheers to the warriors journeying through complicated grief. ✨️

P.S.: God, continue to heal my Momma.

Living off the social media grid. 💌

Here’s a Dump. 💕

There’s a quiet kind of freedom in living in the moment. Not documenting every second. Not measuring your life in posts, views, or reactions. Just experiencing things as they happen; fully, privately, and honestly.

Living a little off the social media grid creates space for real presence. Conversations feel deeper. Laughter lasts longer. Even ordinary moments start to feel meaningful when they aren’t filtered through the pressure of sharing them.

The truth is, not everything has to be seen to be real. Some of the best parts of life are the ones that belong only to you; the small victories, the peaceful afternoons, the growth happening quietly behind the scenes.

There’s something powerful about simply being. Existing. Living your life without an audience. And realizing that the moment itself is already enough.

Chapter 35: the year of the Lioness ♒️

For 35 years my Momma has summoned her strength to support me through all of life’s chaotic and challenging moments. She taught me strength, perseverance, and how to move through life’s fragile chapters with courage. She taught me my people-pleasing era is over. That sometimes you have to be “selfish” to protect your peace, preserve your mental stability, and stand firm in who you are.

She shaped me into a fierce lioness: resilient, protective, and unafraid to claim my space. Focused and locked in. Going after everything that I deserve.

So please, don’t tell me happy birthday. Thank my Momma for giving me life. Because without her, there is no me. My birthday will always be dedicated to you Mommy. I love you.

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Father of mercy and compassion,

For we know suicidal ideation and suicidal thoughts are REAL. So many of your people are hurting Father. Lost, burdened, weary and weak.

I come before you humbly to pray for your people. Wrap your presence around those who are hurting right now. Where there is darkness, breathe in even the smallest glimmer of hope. Where there is overwhelming sorrow, send comfort that reminds them they are not forgotten, not alone, and never without worth. Protect minds from hopeless thoughts and surround them with people, moments, and reminders that life still holds purpose, their presence still holds value.

Help those of us close to the broken to be vessels of compassion; steady, kind, and present so no one feels they must carry their pain in isolation. And for our own hearts, Lord, grant peace. Strengthen us so we can support others without losing ourselves. Renew our faith that healing is possible, that light returns, and that love is stronger than despair. May your grace and love continue to extend further than any devastation.

In Jesus’ Holy, Righteous and Sovereign name, Amen. 🤍

✨️ 988lifeline.org ✨️

Bipolar Disorder can get ugly

Let’s talk about the ugly side of bipolar disorder. The parts people don’t like to hear or are too embarrassed to speak about.

It’s losing trust in your own mind. Constantly questioning whether your thoughts, emotions, or decisions are you or an episode forming. The manic highs and the depressive lows. It’s the shame after episodes. The apologies. The mistakes. The decisions that were made that don’t truly align with who you are as a person. The relationships strained or lost. Not from lack of love, but from a brain at war with itself. It’s isolation. Pulling away because you’re afraid of being a burden, while quietly needing connection the most.

It’s surviving moments you didn’t want to be here anymore and then having to learn how to live after that. Medication trials. Side effects. Acceptance. Resistance. Learning that stability isn’t weakness and needing help doesn’t erase strength. Even on good days, bipolar disorder leaves scars, hypervigilance, grief, and a level of self-awareness earned through pain.

I advocate because honesty saves lives. Because romanticizing this illness helps no one. Because survival is something to speak about, not hide. This is the ugly but necessary truth.

And I’m still here. Still growing. Still choosing to live. Walking right with you. Because, we are Stronger Together. 🤍

In mental solidarity,