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The Lovebirds San Diego’s award-winning lesbian folk/pop band talks about love, life and the healing power of music.
Creed singer, Scott Stapp in recovery and diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
Mystic Mickey uses Radio Salford slot to cheer thousands. (Apparently he has “bipolar personality disorder”)
Living & training as a bipolar narcoleptic: getting an accurate diagnosis.
Finding the grey: my life with bipolar disorder.
Woman thinks she has bipolar, almost divorces husband, then finds out it’s menopause. Aka menopausal moron self diagnosed with Dr Google and almost wrecked her life as a result. Let that be a lesson to… Etc.
Do you consider yourself to have a disability : A bipolar worker speaks out.
Joel Sax, Pax Nortona – bipolar blog of the year.
Bipolar shoplifter steals rampant rabbit vibrator. sez the toilet paper tabloid, the daily fail.
Internet dating – not everyone needs to know about my disease.
I’ve got that bipolar feeling
Vicci Gooding and her dog.
Human stem cells as fashion in aid of research into bipolar.
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Bipolar Marilyn Monroe died as a result of medical negligence.
Discovery Life Channel Commemorates Mental Health Awareness Month with Psych Week.
Hollyoaks spoilers: Cindy has undergone a transformation recently too, having gone from being the out-for-what-she-can-get maneater to a bipolar sufferer.
Manic + Depressive a short, stop motion video.
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Highlights of the 168th American Psychiatric Association Annual Meeting: A Focus on Bipolar Disorder 168 opportunities to say, “thanks for the research grants; still no real improvements in treatment.”
How a Person with Bipolar Thinks (Natasha Tracy) : I like this post a lot, it’s incisive and I think it’s useful for bipolar people and their friends and families.
Children with bipolar: early intervention.
Long way down from manic to depressed.
Healing plants inspire new compounds for psychiatric drugs.
How to date a man with bipolar disorder.
Why bipolar disorder is often misdiagnosed.
What tools do you use to manage bipolar disorder? Feedback wanted on IBF blog.
I want to show you something I’ve talked about before in my country. South Africa generally has unemployment figures amounting to 35-40% of the population, I could go on listing distressing stats, but basically all I need to do is give you some context for the article, in terms of how many people are failing to get adequate help from the state.
Dying for drugs: Dire shortages of medicines at public hospitals and clinics are giving rise to fears of increased drug resistance among patients.
I try not to share too much bad news in these linkdumps, because the mainstream media is too full of it already and much of it is slanted, but South Africa Is my home. I love this country, I don’t want things like this to happen here. Meds shortages affect me, in that I have to go without stuff in my meagre budget, so I can pay around a quarter of my income every month for meds and psychiatry – but I am still a gazillion times better off than the majority of the population. And really, no matter how seriously you and I take bipolar, the crux of the matter here is that people like the 400,000 new cases of TB every year, are not getting treatment for a terminal condition.
The Stop Stockouts Project has far more detailed information.
Public healthcare in South Africa is vital and it’s more than laughable – it’s tragic.
Ode to Sadness (Pablo Neruda)
Sadness, scarab
with seven crippled feet,
spiderweb egg,
scramble-brained rat,
bitch’s skeleton:
No entry here.
Don’t come in.
Go away.
Go back
south with your umbrella,
go back
north with your serpent’s teeth.
A poet lives here.
No sadness may
cross this threshold.
Through these windows
comes the breath of the world,
fresh red roses,
flags embroidered with
the victories of the people.
No.
No entry.
Flap
your bat’s wings,
I will trample the feathers
that fall from your mantle,
I will sweep the bits and pieces
of your carcass to
the four corners of the wind,
I will wring your neck,
I will stitch your eyelids shut,
I will sew your shroud,
sadness, and bury your rodent bones
beneath the springtime of an apple tree.
Wasn’t that the sweetest song about fear you ever heard?
