..Beating her in and out. And there flying free, Her dreams escape her now. As morning sun arises, And newness hollers, "Free!" Lies the skeleton of survival, No longer needed or in need.
Poetry -Empty
Memories – Altered Perception
The character of unconditional love is a gift. It blinds us to the truth. Yet, it simultaneously exposes us to the truth.
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Poetry- Remembered Forgotten
In dreams they stay.
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Their Addiction- My Journey- Imperfect Mother
There is no perfect mom out there. You will never convince me there is. There is only love.
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Bipolar Life- You Do You
"I'm doing all I can to get through my own struggle."
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Random Thoughts- Relationship Breezes
Just some random thoughts in my unkept mind.
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Poetry- Simple Life Retreat
A morning of gratitude.
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Bipolar Life- The Journal #73, Begin Again
Depression is relentless. We struggle to overcome, and it fights to defeat us. The pursuit of our mind is that of a hunter and it's prey.
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Their Addiction -My Journey-“Exit Plan”
We are the voice of insanity- functioning within a cycle of repetitiveness. We flap our little flippers in hopes we never drown by the hand of a child we love.
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Bipolar Life-The Journal #72, Getting Through a Pandemic
The experts disagree, the politicians disagree, local and state municipalities disagree, and we are stuck in the middle.
