How can I share my vulnerability with others, and still, they say I am strong? It is a dynamic that is hard to grasp, especially when my current state of being is weak.
Mental Health ~ The Journal #65, “When I am Weak, I am Strong”
Mental Health ~ A Support Network for Mental Health
I have long been on the fence regarding support networks. I attended some that only brought me down, and others with so little accountability, you can't rely on their process as support. I appreciate the current group I am meeting with as we are using a specific workbook written for mental health.
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Poetry- Not Strong
Strength in me.
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Authentic Truths- A Dreamers Rant
I 'found' myself in Florida. That silly cliche never appealed to me until I could relate. I fell in love with my soul in the few years we were blessed to live there.
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Mental Health ~ The Journal #64, Recovery
I don't choose to hide my truth in some closet in hopes of fooling anyone. I make no claims to owning the answers for mental health. I am not the authority on anything.
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Mental Health ~ The Devil Does NOT Live Here
I follow a few social media style support networks for Christians with depression, and it baffles me that in 2020 we still hear the misguided answer that the devil is living in us through this mental illness. Allow me to correct this with calm words on a screen, as in person, it may get heated.
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Mental Health ~ The Journal #63, Arise
This is the seesaw of bipolar, the ups and downs of a bipolar mind. We fight to carry on. Some days consist of fighting deep, dark thoughts. Other days, our strength lead the way through chaos..
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Mental Health ~ The Journal #62 “Was I in December?”
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?"
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Mental Health ~ The Journal #59, Dying Inside.
Tonight I remember Amy Bleuel, founder of Project Semicolon. She was the voice for many. Her encouragement and dedication to the fight against suicide was empowering.
She grew tired and lost her battle. On this night, I get it.
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Poetry- Storms Rage
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.
Lisa @ Authentic Truths 