Bipolar Life- The Journal #62 “Was I in December?”

Bipolar Disorder

Sitting at work like, "Was I even here in December. When did the sun come back? What just happened to 2019, was I even in it?"

Poetry- Storms Rage

Christian poetry

And sorrow cascades in a hushed certainty.

Fading in and out of reality.

And joy evades, and hope carries away..

what is sure to come again on a better day.

Authentic Truths-A Letter to my Abuser, “Evil”

...You have no power here. Your threats no longer ring through my ears. Your sick tales from the war bring about prayer for your other victims across the sea, not fear of you. I am a grown woman of God, and you have nothing, no place, in my life. I am free....