This is the story of how I lost my voice. Continue reading
Category Archives: All Aboard the Bipolar Express
When Kanye’s Tweets Stopped Being Funny
It’s all well and good to laugh at Kanye West if he were actually in on the joke, but he’s not. In my latest for The Root I write about the apparent breakdown he’s in the middle of and why it’s gotten harder and harder to laugh off his rants. Continue reading
Fear of #DrivingWhileBlack and the Death of Sandra Bland
Most of my friends and family know I have a fear of driving, especially on the highway. I didn’t always have this fear. It manifested over several years, worsening to the point that I gave up my car. The tragedy of Sandra Bland once again reminds that even during the most routine situations — driving — safety is an illusion if you’re black and in America. And it is knowing that safety is an illusion — especially when behind the wheel of a car — that is at the root of my fears. I wrote about this for The Root Thursday. Continue reading
You Are Not Your Disease
Monday for The Root, I wrote a piece about my personal struggle with mental illness for Mental Health Awareness Month. For my piece, I focused on learning to accept my diagnosis after I was “outed” as mentally ill by an internet troll. Who strangely wanted to take credit for me being hospitalized. So weird. Continue reading
If I Ever Feel Better
A few years ago I came to accept something most of my friends and family already know about me — I’m obtuse. I don’t notice what’s going on around me because I live deep in my head, lost in thoughts, lost in my own frustrations and pain, ambitions and proclivities. Even though I possess the ability and tools to be observant, I can easily turn that off, as if it had a switch, and become lost to my inner visions. Continue reading
Bipolar Logic: A Column About Being Bipolar Type II
My name is Danielle Belton and I am Bipolar. But don’t worry. I don’t introduce myself in person that way. Continue reading
Won’t Somebody Be My Doctor? (Update)
Two weeks ago I wrote about my annoying search for a psychiatrist to help me maintain my mental stability and, lordy be, I found one. Hopefully they won’t be an indifferent schmuck (I’ve had a lot of experience with those), but at this point I don’t care. Continue reading
