From far away, things look regular and routine. However, up close, you see the jagged edges and broken pieces of a shattered soul. When I step into myself, I face a stranger.
The world's vision of bipolar or other mental illnesses, is narrow and incomplete. My prayer is that one day the stigma will evaporate and truth will prevail.
Depression is hard, but we keep trying.
I bottle up the internal pain and suffering, only sharing with a few. I wear the mask and behavior of normalcy.
And hope ablaze
In a broken daze..
The shell of the former
Emptied of bliss
Lost in danger from
People who engage in physical conditioning get a break between workouts; for those working to stay mentally healthy, there is no break. We take the work out with us everywhere we go.
Surviving the journey of sharing your story.
I will fail time and again, but wrapped in this comforter of peace, I walk in His victory.
I sat at the stoplight and didn't want to go forward or turn around and go home. I tried to pick up my cellphone and call my husband to get me. Without warning, anxiety overwhelmed me.