Daily Archives: February 5, 2016

Black Celebrities who have a Mental Illness


The list of black celebrities is endless.  These courageous people have paved the way for so many others to become singers, doctors, lawyers, athletes, politicians, teachers, scientists, and more.

What you might not have considered is that some of these celebrities also have a mental illness.  Below is a list of those people who have not just overcome the adversities they face because the color of the skin, but also have had to face their mental illness and the stigma that is often associated with mental illness.

Thanks to these brave black people who fight the fight every day giving those suffering from mental illness hope.  Thanks to the many brave individuals who have shared their stories to help eradicate the stigma.


Disclaimer: I confirmed that each person has a mental illness by using several sources.   If you click the link on the celebrity’s name it will direct you to an article that discusses their mental illness. In most cases the celebrity has talked openly about their illness. However, I do realize that the internet and media are not always accurate.  Therefore, if you don’t feel like someone should be on the list, please contact me at Bipolar Bandit .   Also, I take no ownership in any of the photos used in the infographic. The majority of pictures were found via Pinterest and source is unknown. 

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Black Celebrities with Mental Illnesses pic

So. . .

aside from sleeping in until nine, today has gone surprisingly well.  I went and got my new prescription for Pristiq and found that he wrote it split–I take 100 MG in one pill and 50 MG in another.  SO I just got the 50 MG one filled and am taking it with the 100MG pills I already had. SO we will see how this goes.

We are trying to schedule our first videoconference as a class for next weekend which is my youngest daughter’s birthday weekend..  I told them I wan not available anytime Friday because of the preparations for my daughter’s sleepover, so hopefully we can find a time we can all get together.

I think one reason I feel better today is that the weather is better.  It’s not nearly as cold out and it’s sunny outside. I hope that’s a sign of an early spring. I don’t know if I’m going shopping for spring clothes or not this year–I want to lose the weight and not have to buy bigger sixes.  But I’m not sure if any of my vacation clothes I bought last year will even go on me. SO we will have to see.

I’m haying another symptom of depression–I’ve lost my appetite.  I’ve been noticing for the pas few days that I was only earning because it was time to eat, not because I was hungry.  SO I am gong to try to take advantage of that and start on a slimfast-type program where I have a liquid breakfast and lunch and a solid dinner.  Maybe that plus the working out will help slim me up somewhat.

SO a lot of irons in the fire for the next couple of weeks. We will see.


Lithium Lottery Loser

Sad to say, I lost today’s lithium lottery. My stomach is killing me, my innards are doing gymnastics, and I can’t decide if I just need to gag, cough, or actually throw up. This shit every single day is fucking AWESOME. Not. Such a shame ‘cos lithium works so well. The side effects are always what wears me down and makes me go off the stuff. They should fix that shit.

It‘s been a long week. Two out of six days with my kid were very good days. The rest…let’s just say I’d have been crying in a closet if I had the mental ability to organize instead of jamming every closet full of flotsam and jetsam.

Mom called last night with more bad news. She has to have a biopsy on the 17th, the doctor found like black spots on her pap smear and he wants to rule out cancer. Last year it was a breast biopsy…Geesh. I’m sweating this because…my kid’s not ready to lose her grandma yet. I’m a big girl, I know one day my parents will die. Spook can’t grasp that death thing yet, or even people being very ill. So for mom’s sake and Spook’s sake…I pray the results aren’t anything serious. (Mom’s been to the outpatient doc six times in two years for this same issue and they just kept sending her home with antibiotics, so…it doesn’t bode well if something was wrong and they missed it.)

I guess it’s easy to forget how shitty someone is to you when they could be very sick. Except I don’t forget. I just become more wary. It’s taken six days to get my kid back on track with home rules. I think no matter how much I need a break, I am gonna have to limit her exposure to my mom and all the people who live there who confuse her with their “no rules”.

I think I am on R’s shitlist. I texted him about mom’s deal and said I needed a drink and he came back with, “Not good. I figured that beer I left in your fridge would have been gone days ago.”  And since I was upset already, that just made me angry and I sent back, “Your empathy is appreciated.” I know what happens any time I expect empathy and point out his inability to give it. I am in the wrong.

Just get so sick of the rudeness. If a misanthrope like me can fake her way through empathy and being civilized, why can’t the so called “socially acceptable”?

Maybe pms has started early. Like, real early. IDK. I just guess I expected a half hearted, “sorry to hear your mom may be sick.”  Does that make me ridiculous?

I had a good cry. I did not drink the beer in the fridge. I took melatonin and fetalized in fort blankie with Droxy cat and Feetish.

There needs to be a new word. I don’t hate people.

I hate MEAN or RUDE people. There is a difference. I try to give everyone (even Justin Bieber fans and religious people) the benefit of the doubt right up til they’re force feeding their fixations down my throat….

But if despising those who abuse children, harm animals, bully others, or are too ignorant to “agree to disagree” makes me a misanthrope…I guess that term applies.

(Well, there’s five minutes I won’t get back due to a lithium induced gagging fit…)

I guess there are some positive things to toss out. I finally got that laptop left at the shop running and virus free. After 18 hours and using four programs which found just shy of 3000 infected files. I reiterate my policy about your “IQ must be —–this tall, to own a computer.”  Not snotty. JUst…if you don’t know what you’re doing, ASK. That’s how I learned, never taken a computer class in my life. Trial and error and asking for help when I needed it. Too many infested computers come into that shop but hey, I got a free laptop (one hinge was busted and missing the plastic piece so the metal hinge shows through) but it’s Win 7,decent computer. The odd thing is…I am still bonded with this ancient Dell. I do that, bond with my computers. No matter its flaws or limitations, this thing has been my bestie for two years now. I think the Asus will be for moving room to room while Ass Trash (this beloved Dell’s name) remains in the living room.

I got all my bills paid for the month. That always makes me feel relieved, even if being out in the dish made my nerves scream bloody murder.

Today I am avoiding people and the dish for as long as possible. I did four days in the dish this week. No more. I am screaming for mercy. The lithium aftermath isn’t motivating me to fight it, either.

On a final note…I don’t think I ever said thank you to all who left birthday wishes as well as wishing me luck for the dreaded court hearing (to be repeated on the 19th). Thank you, guys, it is appreciated.

Now I am gonna…Curse the makers of lithium for not being able to figure out these side effects in all these years. Nauseous as a default SUCKS.



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Living with a chronic condition can be a challenge. Living with a persistent and severe mental illness is more than a challenge, it can consume one’s whole life.

One of the things that helps one cope with a persistent mental illness is connecting with others who are struggling with similar issues. Talking about the illness and its issues, normalizing them and finding communal solutions and coping mechanisms can ease the burden of being ill, and give the caregiver new hope.

The problem with mental illness is that these is such a stigma few people are comfortable being completely open about what they are going through. Perhaps in small sessions behind closed doors, but seldom out in the open, unless you are a hollywood celebrity of course, where money buffers societal prejudice. See my blog article called “Prejudice” for a classic misconception about bipolar and those that struggle with this diagnosis.



It takes a special type of person to reach out and open up about her struggles with mental illness, it takes bravery and a willingness to be transparent despite the possible cost.

Bipolar1Blog https://bipolar1blog.wordpress.com/ is written by Samina, who carries a biopolar I diagnosis. Her blog is open and honest, and a very real look into the life of an intelligent (and functional) person living with a chronic mental illness. It’s not always easy, it’s not always pretty – although it can be beautiful life. This blog is an honest look at being bipolar, spanning the highs and the lows and life in between.


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all cracked up

My lazy pasting of stock images continues. Hypo me sez it’s the next big thing, real me says jaaa I’ll just do this for a little while, then…oh look! A butterfly! Hypo me almost started a whole new blog for it, BUT I DIRRENT, SEE HOW I HAZ LEARNED! *cough* I hate myself and I … Continue reading all cracked up

Psych Visit

Went back to my psychiatrist and reported that the anxiety was largely gone with the Xanax, but it has become more clear that I’m in a serious depression.  So he wanted to know how I spent my days and I gave him a run down like I had in my essay due this week for class–he said his advice would be to up my Pristiq and get out and DO MORE.  So I will see what I can do in that direction in the coming weeks after my youngest one’s birthday.  He was writing out a scrip for all my meds, and he got halfway down the page and sighed and looked at me.  I said,  “If you think it’s not fun writing them all down, guess how I feel having to take them all every day.”

He said he was just wondering whether red wine or white would pair better with this “meal of medications”. “Or the house wine, sweet tea,” he added.  I said my drug of choice was Dr. Pepper. SO we parted on a little humorous moment.  He really is a decent human being and all.  I can’t imagine where he stores all the human misery he sees every day.  I remember not being able to deal with other people’s problems while working for disability.

I started on my first major essay for class today.  2,500 words on whatever we want.  I picked the summer that I first started having serious problems with bipolar disorder, starting with my car accident and ending with Hurricane Katrina. I could have written triple that if I had included Bob’s fire accident and having Rachel barely a week later. So hopefully I will get some good feedback on how to make my memoir better and some suggestions I can apply throughout it.