As I lay in bed I cannot ignore the weight of dread for the months ahead I practice being in the moment instead Yet… it will not get out of … Continue reading Death’s Kiss
'Eve', the author, discusses mental health issues from a personal perspective. Blogging allows her to connect with others on a level of understanding with compassion. She searches for the words to aptly describe her experiences as a bipolar mom, daughter, sister, and friend. Choosing not to be defined by her co-occurring illnesses, she has created her own "niche" in the blogging world as so not to be boxed in. An Unconventional Lifestyle Blog allows her freedom to discuss a number of topics that culminate to bring forward her multifaceted personality. Using this platform she explores avenues that lead to her betterment and contribute to her growth.
She often contemplates Of a distant life One without strife Curious of where she hide When all is chaotic inside She fears her safe space mimicks pandora’s box It lies … Continue reading Safe Space
A society screaming for acceptance Sits judging the alcoholic mom Religious people condemn others to hell As Priests rape innocent, God-fearing boys Promoting originality and authenticity Forgetting to disclose an … Continue reading Societal Genocide
Persistent I focus on growth, you cannot help but complain. Much of my life, it’s been the same. Never enough Or the wrong time, Too much, too soon. You find … Continue reading It’s Time I Fly
I feel it It is trying to lure me in Singing its melody Like charming a snake Wrapping me in a warm coddle Promising to protect Never to neglect Except. … Continue reading Thin
Her walk some consider a flaunt Posture like that of a ballerina A look of confidence masks her truth Up close you will see the tremble of her hands If … Continue reading Hurricane
For his attention She fight Without his approval Her dreams would not catch flight Self-sabotaging rendered her insane Poison flowed through her veins Risking a life she could not love … Continue reading Meant to Be
A new outlook.
I come and go as I please. I always have. Usually, I want to be missed. But not this time, it’s been pure bipolar bliss; being a miss. It isn’t … Continue reading She
I wanna talk about you. But I don’t. No one understands that I promised a man to hold his daughter’s hand. She is far out in dead man’s land. A … Continue reading Angela Rebecca
Acceptance is Rare. Nothing can compare. She’s used to them stopping to stare. Judging with a snare. Liberating and free, it is to be her, they claim. Not knowing she … Continue reading For All to See