Mine.
I laugh At the accusations I laugh At your paranoia Even if your secrets were mine to tell I’d never put you through that type of hell Ghosts of lovers past The ice will eventually
My 2018 Goals, Not Resolutions, as a Person With Bipolar Disorder
(A bit last in my repost from The Mighty) As 2017 reached its end, I found myself at an impasse. Though 2017 brought about wonderful things, such as my long-held dream to graduate college, the
Rule Of Three
Fire freezes my heart Warmth is nowhere to be found I turn in circles I search all around My blue eyes find the sky In my heart I find the stars Between each cluster is
Poison In The Air
Some people are naturally selfish. Drawing on your energy and your empathy until there is nothing left. They’ll pretend to care but in reality you are methadone when they want heroin. Don’t be fooled by
Chasing My High
I chased the high like the moon chases the sunrise Falling rocks Cascading down the cliff Like a stone waterfall My feet feel the earth crumbling beneath me My instincts pull me away from the
Shatter Me Not
Bitter cold on my skin I long to lie beneath again Kept warm by the sweetest sin This imbalance in my mind Reaches down into my soul I feel the reigns letting go Tie me
Social Anxiety Meets Graduation
August 3rd was a day I marked on my calendar very early this year. It was my graduation day. The sleepless nights, anxiety, mania and exhaustion were battle scars and my diploma was my victory.
Let’s Get Physical…
Mental illness hurts. No, I’m serious, it hurts. After many years of suffering mental symptoms, I sought refuge in a great psychiatrist and primary care physician and we have worked closely to create a treatment
Messages From Heaven
This post was originally published on Reader’s Digest. Originally Titled “A Solitary Buck.” I pray each year he is happy and proud of his littlest girl who never got to know her daddy. On a
Current Situation
Endocrinologist. Primary care physicians. Psychiatrist. Endocrinologist again. CT scans. MRIs. Blood tests and stool samples <– because that one was fun to say. All to find out why I’m in constant pain. Why my joints