Don’t think you understand that I wanna care Don’t think you understand I’m on the edge of the bridge I’m on the precipice I don’t think you understand that I … Continue reading I Don’t Think You Understand
I was a fatherless daughter. When I was 2, my father died. It was not an “accident.” It was not old age. He died by suicide. Every year, Father’s Day cruelly … Continue reading How My Father’s Suicide Forced Me To Acknowledge My Own Mental Illness
It starts like an itch & then my face is wet. It is not raining. The sky is clear, especially for this time of night. I am crying. Barely five minutes … Continue reading Mixed Nights.
I hear a commercial vaguely on the television, my son is playing in his room where I hear the occasional roar of a pretend dinosaur and there is a … Continue reading Auto Pilot
Less space you inhabit. More you’re worth. My racing thoughts are uncontrollable. My ship is off course. It’s capsized. I’m drowning. No one can see. Smaller bites. Smaller servings. Congratulations … Continue reading Less.
2am seems like my own witching hour. It is quiet and my mind is not. I have a need that despite my many sources, is not filled. When did I … Continue reading China Doll
I’d like to establish my perspective… Seems an appropriate venue for that. I have a bipolar condition and struggle every day. There are occasions where I act in a manner … Continue reading Bipolar vs. Bitch
Messes. We make them. We clean them up. Hell, some of us are messes. I have a point of utter frustration I do not understand. I would dearly love too, … Continue reading Making A Mess.
Died. Dyed. We call words like these homophones. They sound the same, but look different. This post started because of an odd act a friend seemed to take issue with: … Continue reading You Can’t Take Away My Colors
When you have bipolar disorder, love can take become an inferno that eventually engulfs its victims. Each party is left with scars and memories. Some love stories are not happily … Continue reading Unrequited.
Trust. T. R. U. S. T. It’s this simple, five letter word which holds so much meaning. You lose it, you gain it, you break it and you restore it. … Continue reading t-r-u-s-t.
I’m bipolar. I take my thyroid medicine almost every day. I take my mood stabilizer every night. I understand the medical reasons behind why I am this way. I cry … Continue reading Struggles.