I Don’t Think You Understand
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 don’t wanna fall I’m one
How My Father’s Suicide Forced Me To Acknowledge My Own Mental Illness
11 May, 2017
Rants of a Virgo
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Anxiety Disorder
Bipolar Disorder
Mental Health
Suicide Prevention
4:30 am
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 mocked me. My relationships with
Mixed Nights.
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 ago I was laughing. The
Auto Pilot
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 quiet jingle of a collar
Less.
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 on less of my existence.
China Doll
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 begin my spiral? I do
Bipolar vs. Bitch
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 that is in conflict with
Making A Mess.
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, but cannot, despite my best
You Can’t Take Away My Colors
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: I dyed part of my
Unrequited.
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 ever after. They are the