Today. A day of prevention I must mention. Raised voices chant. Families grieve for their loss. The suffering hide in silence. A world unites to claim a day in honor … Continue reading Today, September 10th
What do you do when the silent space of your mind decides it wants to be heard? Screaming in echoed holler, I hear the vibration of words. Muffeled and stifled … Continue reading Listening
Words clutter my mind. It seems they duel it out until one wins. As of late, I have done “brain dumps” before bed. I grab my travel notebook, write the … Continue reading Me. OCD.
What is to come of a life doused in confusion? The flammability of kerosene will destroy with one strike Tasting the sulfur curiosity engulfs me As do the flames of … Continue reading Flames of Life
Please Donate to Bring The Bipolar Writer to the next level I was thinking, as I often do, about what mental health means to me. By definition mental health is … Continue reading Forever
What about me is memorable? Besides my crying eyes. Is it the lies or my highs? Genuinely I ponder Not in the same frame of mind as when I am … Continue reading Will They Miss Me When I Am Gone?
Manic she creates Challenging its fate Teasing it She flexes Check’n it She mocks it While multitasking It’s only from up here she sees the depths she has visited A … Continue reading Mania
We met an age ago amidst a storm. Her inn shone like a beacon in the night. I longed for some relief, for some place warm. The storm would pass … Continue reading The Woman of the Inn – A Sonnet
1, 2, 3, 4 She can’t take much more. Finding herself on the floor. She fights with life. Angry and mistreated, Defeated. Liquor brings reprieve. Herself she deceive. Addicted without … Continue reading Defeated
If you have been following my blog or story for a while and are familiar with my story, I apologize that some of this post repeats my story and journey. … Continue reading The School of Hard Knocks Opens the Door to Recovery
Sometimes I don’t know what it’s like to be me. Imposter syndrome or disassociation? Imposter syndrome or disassociation? “Who Am I?” Often, I question. Ignited by madness. Fueled through love. … Continue reading 3 am