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.
Bipolar life- The Journal #79, No one knows..
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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Their Addiction – My Journey, “Lord, Help Me”
Addiction is a battle we fight within though it is outwardly instigated. As a mother I question everything I say, think, feel, and do because someone out there thinks, says, feels, and does whatever they please.
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Bipolar Life- The Journal #78 “Where I Exist, I Must Live”
My year was not consumed by Covid, it was consumed by jail, drugs, alcohol, and mental decline- not of me, but of those around me. Internalizing their issues has been my downfall, and I still don't know how to overcome the battle.
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Bipolar Life- From Feeling Nothing to Feeling Christ
In today's world, it is not uncommon for feelings to rule. If I look back on my life, it has been this way for a long time. I cannot say it was always this way. Generations before me experienced feelings in situations, dealing with them, then letting them go. Life went on, and hurt or …
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Bipolar Life- The Journal # (I have no clue)
(It is #77) What the hell am I doing? I rarely cuss. I hate it, to be honest. If it leaves my mouth, my patience is fried. I may be there today. I watched a movie early this morning. A sappy love film. "How long have you been married? Do you really even know who …
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My Memories- Glimpse the Sadness
...Unfortunately, every night became a haunted nightmare, and to survive, I closed my eyes and flew away. With my baby sister in the bunk bed below me, I endured the torture, hopeful he would leave her alone. I would shed a tear in the darkness and whisper in my mind, "don't move… don't move..don't wake up…don't see.."
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Poetry- Stepping into Done
Stepping into Done
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Bipolar Living- Speechless
Is this a meltdown of sorts? For the first time in my life, I am crying out to myself- not a doctor, not family, not even God. I am internally wailing at myself to wake up, to feel, to live. Yet, I have zero response in me.
