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Taylor K. Arthur balances Bipolar 1 Disorder, marriage, and motherhood with a nitty-gritty faith inspiring a twisted, blissful life.

Category: Living Free with Bipolar Disorder (page 2 of 13)

living with bipolar disorder, living with mental illness, recovery from bipolar disorder

For The Imperfect, Struggling, & Broken Down This Christmas

Instead of trying to pretend we’ve got it all together this holiday season, maybe this Christmas can be the time we get real about the frustration and loss and grief amplifying everywhere for families dealing with mental illness.
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Christmas Takes Guts

Happy Advent, Friends! Today I’m thinking a lot about Christmas, and how much courage it takes to birth our God-like dreams.
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Anyways and Always, Giving Thanks

When I started thinking about writing this Thanksgiving post, I almost wrote my manager to let her know I’m not qualified to write about mental illness in the family. Do you know why? Because I feel like a fraud. My family relationships are not all cleaned up and pretty like I’d like them to be. Rather, the messiness in my family amplifies as we make plans for the holidays. I want to wave a magic wand and make all of my relationships work, if only on these special days.

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Bipolar Mama: Planning Ahead for Mental Illness During the Holiday Season

I could almost feel the whisper of hypomania pulsing through my veins last weekend as my family and I rolled through the Starbucks drive-thru. I squealed with excitement as the green aprons passed me my steaming red cup. As I sipped my red cup of eggnog and espresso, I couldn’t help but hope that my usual upswing was on its way. I look forward to my Christmas high–to actually feeling good–all year long. Christmas is so much fun. But is hypomania really a good thing for my family? How can I navigate through my bipolar disorder to have a magical and peaceful holiday season?

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Bipolar Mama: My Invisible Wheelchair

Mothering with an invisible mental illness is challenging. I know you couldn’t see my mental illness when you were sitting next to me at “back to school” night. You couldn’t see the medication I swallow twice a day, or the 14 years of therapy that have equipped me to behave so normally. You can’t see my bipolar 1 disorder, but sometimes I wish you could. I’m mothering with an invisible mental illness. To read more, please join me over in the “Mental Illness in the Family” blog at HealthyPlace today.

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