I tried to be the strong warrior for all, in fact my words were still fierce and meaningful. Unfortunately, the auto pilot mechanism of helping others, never applied to me.
Bipolar Jornal #80, “Broken Restored”
Poetry- The Dark Side of Anxiety
When anxiety tramples your night.
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Poetry – A Loved Ones Release
God's love will lead us to step aside. His parenting must come first.
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Their Addiction ~ My Journey, “I Dried Her Hair”
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw us in that bathroom, her eyes closed and mine filled with pain. Will she ever know the depths of my love? Who knew God would use a moment blow drying her hair to bring about a profound reminder of hope.
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Poetry-The Warriors Cry
I hear the warriors crying out in broken words, but free. All for love, they call upon, the power to rescue me.
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Their Addiction ~ My Journey, “Fleeing the Prison”
You cannot love others as yourself if you do not love yourself first.
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Bipolar life- The Journal #79, No one knows..
I want to go home, get out, be done, leave this world. It holds nothing for me. The world has been a pain in my ass from the get go.
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A Safer Soul
Through the storm..We can find peace.
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My Memories- “To Run Away”
You see, the beauty of earth was constant and never hurt me. It wrapped me in a warm embrace and welcomed me with a power beyond men.
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Poetry-Addictions Mom
When momma mothers addiction.
