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.
Poetry- Yes, Black Lives Matter
Our hearts cry, and our blood looks the same. For dead men are speaking, to the world from the grave.
Five Minute Friday- Relief-An Addiction Story
There was relief In the final sigh.. When surrender felt Like breath of life..
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.
Bipolar Life-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.
Bipolar Life- 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..


