I craved belonging. Not to belong to a group, but to belong to something more than mental illness, shame, sadness, and fear.
My mental illness may challenge us, major medical issues challenge many relationships. BUT, they NEVER define them. We press on together, as one, even when one needs space and time alone.
We fight anxiety from within. As a believer, that means Jesus is already there.
In anxiety, we fight. And we win.
We jump from one side to the other, never knowing where we will land. A mentally ill 'jumper'.
Is it about your platform 'reach'. There's more to this folks.
I set out for my hideaway today. It is a place I fell in love with back in 2009. It has since grown to hundreds more acres, but holds the same meaning for me. The Wild Animal Sanctuary (TWAS) is a retirement home for captive carnivores. These animals should never have been a pet or …
Ask me about Bipolar; it's ok. I do not fear the questions.
Where the run meets the end. A poem of survival.