Poetry- The Vultures Prey

Not today Satan.

Bipolar Life- The Journal #35

I was my own interventionist when things got out of control in my adulthood. I knew there had to be more than depression or this crazy alter ego of 'sex, drugs, and rock n roll' I was living.

Five Minute Friday- “I never left you.”

I moved through time with the reminder of his evil touch. The fear and anger of unwanted touch and ugly memories so triggering, I chose to hold them deep in my silent self. I sauntered as a woman scorned to one therapist after another, always sharing just enough but never close to all.

Bipolar Life-The Journal, #21

..I sat recovering from sets of circumstances that knocked me off my balance, and laughed as I took a free fall into the dark caverns of defeat. That piece of depression pisses me off- the laughter I hear as I crash. I hate that laughter, so the comeback is typically my game.

Psalm 71

Passing God's word onto the next generation.

Silent Songs of Sonsnow

"I have enough time to rest, but I don't have a minute to waste". Come and catch me with your wise words and we will have some fun with our words of wisdom.

My Life in Our Father's World

Love God - Love People - It's That Easy!!

The daily addict

The daily life of an addict in recovery

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