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  • New Episode: “My Depression and I” — She Always Finds Her Way Back

    New Episode: “My Depression and I” — She Always Finds Her Way Back

    What if depression wasn’t a feeling, but a person? In Episode 4 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind podcast, “My Depression and I,” Kiana Jimenez writes her depression as a possessive lover — one who has started seeing other people, who consumes everyone she touches, and who always, always finds her way back home. It’s about…

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  • The Chair That Ate the Family

    The Chair That Ate the Family

    Grandpa’s recliner had a way of swallowing everyone who dared to sit in it — and keeping whatever they left behind. It’s a funny, tender little tribute to the chair that held our crumbs, our laughter, and a whole family’s memories.

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  • Still Standing, Still Rising: “The Thing I Am When I Rise” — Substack Issue #3

    October asks harder questions than the summer did. Issue #3 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind Substack, “The Thing I Am When I Rise,” is Kiana Jimenez writing through the season anyway — a reflection on the mind’s old negotiations with the dark, and a poem written just for the issue about being the storm and…

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  • For the Small Hours: “What the Night Keeps” — Substack Issue #2

    Most people surrender the small hours. Issue #2 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind Substack, “What the Night Keeps,” was written for the ones who can’t — the minds that won’t rest, counting the hours like old wounds while the house sleeps. It pairs a short reflection on belonging to the night with a poem written…

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  • Where It All Began: “Where Darkness Learns to Speak” — Substack Issue #1

    Before the books, before the website, there was a blog called Temperamental Mental Soup — anonymous, because she wasn’t ready to be seen yet. Issue #1 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind Substack, “Where Darkness Learns to Speak,” is where Kiana Jimenez tells that story out loud: how a hidden blog became Poetic Bipolar Mind, and…

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  • Where the Podcast Began: “A Raft to Drift Upon” — Episode 1

    Every podcast starts somewhere. The Poetic Bipolar Mind podcast started with a raft. Episode 1, “A Raft to Drift Upon,” is Kiana Jimenez’s spoken-word poem about the thing that keeps us afloat when the storm rages on — a shelter through the thunder’s might, a beacon glowing in the night, the thread that ties the…

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  • New on Substack: “The Weight I Learned to Carry” — Issue #4 Is Live

    Some weight you choose. Some gets handed to you before you’re old enough to set it down. Issue #4 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind Substack, “The Weight I Learned to Carry,” is live now — a new piece of writing about the burdens that shape us, and what changes when you stop just surviving them…

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  • New Episode: “Self-Worth” — Everything Has a Price. Except the One Thing That Doesn’t.

    What would you sell yourself for? In Episode 3 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind podcast, “Self-Worth,” Kiana Jimenez prices herself piece by piece — eyes for a penny, lips for a nickel — in a poem that starts at “Lately, I feel worthless” and lands on the one thing no one could put a price…

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  • New Episode: “A World in Gray” — When the Color Drains Out of Everything

    Have you ever watched the world move around you and felt… nothing? Episode 2 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind podcast, “A World in Gray,” puts words to the numbness so many of us carry in silence — the black-and-white days, the smiles that twist into frowns, the light that feels like it went out. It’s…

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  • Damned Souls

    Damned Souls

    Damned Souls captures love as both solace and torment, where time itself becomes the pulse of longing. Through haunting rhythms and tender imagery, the poem binds two souls in passion, darkness, and eternal memory—a love story etched in stars, shadows, and the unyielding tick of the clock.

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