Nothing about my story is special. Not the pain of my past. Not the surviving I had to do. Not the suicidal thoughts I've lived with. Not one single health difficulty, physical or mental.
Bipolar Life-The Journal, #3
Bipolar Life- The Journal, #2
The circle itself is exhausting, the emotions life changing. Nevertheless, we do not give up.
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Bipolar Life- The Journal, #1
The feeling of doom settles so deeply in your veins that it crushes you. My stomach took on being the teacups at Disney the rest of the day, my chest lifted weights the rest of the night. My mind refused to shut off.
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Authentic Truths-More Than You Can Handle
To assume “God” will never give us more than we can handle expresses a limit that God simply does not have.
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Their Addiction-My Journey-Powerless
This has been a long day, and one I hope to forget soon. I know that is not the answer- but some days it just seems to be easier to wish such foolish things, if even for a brief second.
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Bipolar Life-Victory
And when you look around again, to thank that optimistic soul for their persuasion and their honesty, for their perfectly timed intervention and cascade of uplifting all-inspiring words, you come up short.
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Lost & Found-I Can Do All Things
Another problem is feeling overwhelmed by my own life choices. Choices I made, with consequences that are on me. Overwhelmed wives, mothers, daughters, sisters, employees, can both rise and fall depending on their current state of mind, support, attitude, ability and trust.
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Lost & Found-Too Young For That
I spent some time with God, and took this tranquil time to be in some deep thought about many things. Sometimes, when we feel lost, God opens the doors to see the reality that we are just in a different time of life, and that time is valuable and necessary. Surrounded by silence was exactly where God needed me to be.
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Lost & Found-Begin Again
Four years of writing bits and pieces of my living and breathing authentic life- yet, for the most part, it was my authentic past, or other's authentic lives that were intertwined with mine, pulling me into their journey far more than I was truly living within my own.
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Lost & Found-We Never Cry Alone
So tonight, as I shed some of those tears I thought had dried up, I can rejoice in knowing that Jesus understands that fatigue, he understands my pain, and he understands the tears of joy, he understands my emotions- and yes, he fully understands the flood as the dam was released, and those wet drops began to fall.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 