Today is October 12. Ten months ago, my daughter stopped all contact. I've been lost since.
Whispers of a Mother’s Heart~ Silent in Wait
Whispers of a Mother’s Heart ~ Begin Again
Considering addiction steals and destroys someone lost in the cycle, we forget how the tentacles of destruction reach family and friends. Evil is never satisfied with one. It thirsts for the souls of many. To those attached to addiction, consider this a reminder that you are not alone.
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Poetry- “Temporary Place”
One day, I will go home.
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My Memories- Was I Worth It?
The abuse left a stain on her tender heart, and her mind twisted from the games of an evil man. Worse, she felt dirty and unnecessary, like a garage rag that came in handy but was left lying around like trash.
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My Memories- Glimpse the Sadness
...Unfortunately, every night became a haunted nightmare, and to survive, I closed my eyes and flew away. With my baby sister in the bunk bed below me, I endured the torture, hopeful he would leave her alone. I would shed a tear in the darkness and whisper in my mind, "don't move… don't move..don't wake up…don't see.."
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Bipolar Life- The Journal #73, Begin Again
Depression is relentless. We struggle to overcome, and it fights to defeat us. The pursuit of our mind is that of a hunter and it's prey.
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Their Addiction~My Journey- “Active Parents in Their Addiction”
I am filled day and night with a fear I cannot shake. People die every day from one last high. We saw that in December. Living in this fear is trying.
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Authentic Truths- What is this page about?
Why do I write and speak on the topic of mental health, namely bipolar disorder?
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Bipolar Life-Bipolar Beginnings
In January 2002, I accepted I have a chronic mental illness, and a journey began. I experienced a myriad of emotions at the time, such as anger, disappointment, fear, and a mild case of feeling sorry for myself!
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Bipolar Life- The Journal, #20
I am sitting peaceful in the calm seas for now, but I remain wrestling in this- I feel nothing. It is a different emptiness. This is not hopelessness, it is hopeful healing, sitting stagnant.
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