Where something beautiful should be, lies a vacant space only filled with the waste of pain. Years of abuse scavenged every last bit of light—a broken mind from a broken heart.
Bipolar Life- The Journal #74- “Suicide Cries”
Poetry -Empty
..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.
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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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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.
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Bipolar Life- The Journal #71, “The Struggle with Stay at Home Orders-Abuse Remembers”
Mental illness and stay at home orders.
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Bipolar Life, The Journal #70, A Note to You
Maybe my lesson is the one you need today. Maybe your pain is still holding you down, even to the point of wrapping itself around your throat and constricting every breath you take.
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Their Addiction- My Journey-“Second Chances”
This battle eats at your core and terrorizes your mind. If left unchecked, you become a victim of their war.
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Bipolar Life- Fight in My Truth
..we isolate ourselves, physically, mentally, and spiritually. We voluntarily walk into his cell, lock the door, and throw the key. We batter ourselves within our mental disorder until it is all we focus on, all we can see.
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Bipolar Life- Anxiety in Chaotic Times
A short reminder to encourage the anxiety fighter out there.
