This is me. Feeling overwhelmed by the juggling of emotions I have been managing for some time now. This is me, crying tears I thought dried up long ago.. This is me so completely lost that I don't want to look ahead, it frightens me. This is me feeling like a failure.
Bipolar Life-The Journal, #5
Each of us is fighting some invisible battle that many in our lives have no idea we fight. I know I am not the only one in this place.
Bipolar Life- The Journal #4
My days have faltered between tired and exhausted. This is my normal, so I am not concerned. When I am attacked from every direction-mentally, physically, and spiritually I typically live right where I currently am. It may not be pleasant, but at least it is familiar, and I can work with familiar. I have watched …
Bipolar Life-The Journal, #3
Nothing about my story is special. Not the pain of my past. Not the surviving I had to do. Not the suicidal thoughts I've lived with. Not one single health difficulty, physical or mental.
Bipolar Life- The Journal, #1
The feeling of doom settles so deeply in your veins that it crushes you. My stomach took on being the teacups at Disney the rest of the day, my chest lifted weights the rest of the night. My mind refused to shut off.
Five Minute Friday-Why?
The sun rose today. Assured sign of life, forward we endure. Even when left with why. The scene unfolds before us, time and time again. Words evade, as thoughts escape, and pain is loudly and visibly displayed. We will question motives, means and plans. but there is no solace for hurt, explanations seem futile, ‘Why’ …
Bipolar Life-Step Away
Without this very intimate relationship we share, I'd be crying in a bowl of Cheerios, feeling like a failure today.
Bipolar Life-A Bridge to the Other Side
What I found through this intentional journey was that I wasn't building a bridge to close the gap, but I was building a bridge to the other side, away from the fear, the chaos. And when I crossed that bridge- I burned it down!
Bipolar Life-My Darkest Place
It didn't take long before the mania and depression collided, leaving me in one of the worst states I'd ever experienced. Locked behind doors of a mental hospital, I never felt more alone.
Poetry-In A Moment Before Suicide
He knows just where you are, in the moment of death you seek.. He is the mightiest of mighties, as you find your weakest of weak.


