We are the faces that only we see in a crowd. United by actions I won't repeat now. Family in seclusion, individually colored in every hue. Desiring to be normal, and feel more like you.
Bipolar Life-Look closely, you’ll find me.
You see, this is being a bipolar Christian. This is the battle, and He is our armor. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. This is not just a verse in an old book. This is my life song. .The theme of my days. .The sticky note stuck on the beat of my heart.
Five Minute Friday-Escaping the Dungeon
Secrets have escaped the dungeons. Once a prisoner far below the surface for her entire life, the chains were broken and the bars removed, and the dark whispers of the past are out. The secrets have found their way into the present.
How Having Bipolar Disorder is Like Running a Marathon- By Susan Walz
When a runner runs a 100-yard dash, they sprint as fast they can to the end of their race, hoping to break through the red tape at the finish line, signaling to themselves and everyone else that they were the fastest and won the race. […] via Yay! I got my 5th Article Published in The …
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Authentic Truths-One Step at a Time
We each bring fragments of brokenness into the arena of healing, and together, we claim victories on multiple levels. If ever one thinks they are alone, they would be wrong.
Bipolar Life-Dangling by a Thread
The chains holding me in one spot, as I helplessly watch my own being self destruct, can only be broken when I am fully aware and cognizant in my own life.
I’m the Ugliest Girl I Know-by Being Lydia!
Originally posted on Being Lydia!: That title is a quote from Pink’s acceptance speech at the VMA awards and refers to what her 6-year-old daughter, Willow, said on her way to school one day. However, it is something I said many times myself at that age and all through my life. Pink’s speech is very… via …
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Poetry-Unchained
Close these eyes and clearly see All the times gone by. When dust is back to life again Swirling about my eye.
Atlantis Award Poetry Submission Deadline: October 1st — the poet’s billow
We are looking for the best, most unique, and interesting poems out there for the 2017 Atlantis Award. There are no restrictions on length, style, or subject. We just want poems that make it so we can’t stop reading, ones that make us want to write. Deadline October 1st. The Atlantis Award is given for […] …
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Five Minute Friday-Work: A teen mom’s story
To assume a young mother, or father, is not capable of doing the work necessary to live well is laughable, naive, and dare I say- ignorant?


