My Memories- Chosen Self

The athlete, the competitor, flaunter, tease, academic, worker, they all found time to be present. In experiencing life with all these spirits, I learned a great deal about compassion, pain, and cries from within. What others didn't see, I saw magnified.

Poetry- Resolved In Fire

Conversations cease In quiet ravines And distance closes gaps. I am Pluto. You the sun. To address how far we've run.

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.

Bipolar Life- The Journal #75-Emerging

There is darkness in information overload, constant debating turned confrontation and reading the barrage of opinions and rude remarks. We listen, unpack, then regurgitate it back to the masses. All the while, filling our thoughts with worldly nonsense in a brain not capable of holding more. Processing is a function that tires you out. If you don't prioritize your ideas, you will lose ground in mental clarity and stability.

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.

Psalm 71

Passing God's word onto the next generation.

Silent Songs of Sonsnow

"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.

My Life in Our Father's World

Love God - Love People - It's That Easy!!

The daily addict

The daily life of an addict in recovery

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