Scott Ninneman

5 days ago | medium.com | Kassey's Dreams |Realities Ink |Scott Ninneman

There are days when my mind is a crowded theater,voices in the cheap seats heckling,shouting lines I never wrote. They tell me secrets about myselfthat nobody else can hear-sometimes cruel, sometimes clever,sometimes so convincingI almost believe them. I live on a seesaw,tipping between lightning and thunder,my heart racing ahead of my body,my thoughts a kaleidoscope-brilliant, fractured,then suddenly,the colors drain and I am leftin the gray static of exhaustion.

5 days ago | medium.com | William Williamson |Scott Ninneman

Publishing personal experience stories and poetry about bipolar disorder and other mental illnesses. You can live a better life, and we want to help. Follow publicationDealing with bipolar creates many challenges in dealing with people whether it be family members co-workers or significant others. From my past experiences family have been the hardest to navigate for me over the years. With mental illness of any type it is seen as a problem that needs to be solved.

1 week ago | medium.com | Betty Van Cleve |Scott Ninneman

Tips and tricks to move on from the pastMy life used to be ruled by chaos. I was at constant odds with myself and my family, cycled through friendships quite regularly and made the worst possible choices a person could make. On occasion, friends and relatives would attempt some sort of intervention to get me to see a therapist or get myself under control. I just thought they were being dramatic and refused to accept me for who I was. In short, I was a toxic person.

2 weeks ago | medium.com | Melanie Jackson |Scott Ninneman

An Assortment of ThoughtsPhoto by Noah Buscher on UnsplashIt’s said that trust must be earntEven then fingers burnOne request can shatter allWhen declined with the shortfallThe friendship now failedLeaving a saddening trailIn one instant all is lostThe friendship it has costYesterdays news as we move onSigns of reluctance now uponProblems suffice tearing hearts apartKnowing it’s too late to go back to the startPhoto by Laura Fuhrman on UnsplashIt’s about the journey not the destination 😊

2 weeks ago | medium.com | Scott Ninneman

The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me. — Charles BukowskiThere was a time when I aligned being bipolar with different phases of the moon. The moon decides if the tides will be strong or low in a sea. The moon decides the different seasons, even if indirectly. It’s actually the bipolar-ness in a person which controls the low or high tides in a person. The moon just happens to be present in that particular phase. Bipolar has two phases.