Poetry- Carry On

Christian poetry

You don't know me. You only see what I give you to see. The internal quiet, The other me.

Bipolar Peace- Cross the finish line

We know our brain is sending all the wrong signals. We seek help from one place or the other. We pull away because it seems no one understands or cares to understand. Then we reach out again, and if we are lucky, one person may understand.

Authentic Truths-Talking to Fish

When someone we know is stuck, hurting, broken, confused, lost, and alone, we must reach out to the souls left out on the margins, detached and isolated from a world who does not understand.

Bipolar Life-Staying in the Closet

In my mind, I was hiding in a dark closet that Jesus would never step in. When I say these words aloud, I imagine there are many people with issues I am unaware of, sitting in a closet somewhere, thinking Jesus would never enter, too.

The daily addict

The daily life of an addict in recovery

Walk In Integrity

Vincit Qui Se Vincit

Unlocking Adulthood

All to know about Adulthood:. Adulthood and money; Adulthood and love; Adulthood and religion; Adulthood and sex; Adulthood and pets; Adulthood and addiction; Adulthood and friends; Adulthood and relationships; Adulthood and travel; and many more

RelatoCorto

Blog Fiction

I Am My Own Island

Because We all need to find a way to live with ourselves

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