Bipolar Creativity

IMG_9749Painting, sculpting, singing, writing… whatever your creative outlet is, it is begging to be released to the world. I strongly believe we were created in part to change the world for the better through our various creative gifts.

Bipolar is often associated with famous creatives such as Vincent Van Gogh, Demi Lovato, and Carrie Fisher. All of them used/use their creative thinking, which is a hallmark of bipolar, to make huge impacts on our world. This makes the strong argument that bipolar disorder can indeed be a blessing and may not necessarily even be a disorder at all.

Without people who think “differently” with dramatic bipolar highs and lows, our world would most certainly be a less colorful and much more boring place to live.

My goal is to get back in touch with my creative side. As a little girl I’d spend countless hours simply creating. My mind worked quickly and thrived on the whole creative process. Now, as an adult with responsibilities, my creative moments are fewer and farther between. I intend on changing that! My mind is craving a creative release, badly.

If you have bipolar, think about creating something today that didn’t exist before you brought it to existence.💚

I’d love to see in the comments below how many of you @so_bipolar followers are artists, and what your creative outlet is! 💚💚💚


I’m so bipolar, and unashamed.

One thought on “Bipolar Creativity

  1. My art is writing and some photography, albeit waning for lack of exercise. My mom taught herself piano as a child. Can I play? Notes but not music. How I would love a musical family–writing would be more fun. When much younger I often drew cars and psychedelic stuff.
    For the most part, those near me will say something sounds nice. When I did a non-profit newsletter, folks said, “This reads,” as it did flow. At the end of all writing assignments and opportunities I got a bit down after the hyper wind of flying through and hammering out details, selecting best words and phrases and blending the photos and artwork.
    I feasted, engorged, finished and opined away until somebody commented on the quality and informative value.
    The emotions I’ve often held in the hardest grip, particularly the ups for being so often called the fool and misunderstood. Depression seems a bit easier, or less complex–and I’ve sometimes written out of the depression, even after down crying and high crying. It’s just damned bizarre. (I had thought that I had already commented. –disregard redundancy).

Leave a Reply