We jump from one side to the other, never knowing where we will land. A mentally ill 'jumper'.
My small voice for His grand Kingdom.
Is it about your platform 'reach'. There's more to this folks.
I set out for my hideaway today. It is a place I fell in love with back in 2009. It has since grown to hundreds more acres, but holds the same meaning for me. The Wild Animal Sanctuary (TWAS) is a retirement home for captive carnivores. These animals should never have been a pet or …
Ask me about Bipolar; it's ok. I do not fear the questions.
First is really last.
Then, she guessed my age, "What are you, almost 40?" (Bless her little heart!)
"Well, a bit past 40."
"Oh, then, it's time. Isn't it fun. Once you hit 40, things go downhill."
I no longer fear the deep. When life viciously tosses me in, I swim for Jesus. He died for me and my eternal life with him. From the moment we met, I have practiced my technique.
Where the run meets the end. A poem of survival.
Thank you. Thank you for noticing the lost faces of those on the margins, hiding in fear. Afraid of a society that fears mental illness! Worried about the conversations that need to take place, medication they can't afford, therapy or counseling they cannot find, deductibles they cannot meet, and family and friends they cannot trust.