The Stigma Bubble – a poem

I once lived in a bubble the mental illness kind of bubble. I didn’t know the truth, only what I saw on TV. Pretending it wasn’t real. Refusing to see the … Continue reading The Stigma Bubble – a poem

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Heaven Knows I Meant Well

Heaven Knows I meant Well: By: Francesca Seopa Heaven knows i meant well My fiction was less of a fairy-tale for me to sell Heaven truly knows i meant well … Continue reading Heaven Knows I Meant Well

I Dreamed a Burning Man (A Prose Poem)

It takes every part of me to make the words escape my mouth. “You must stop this,” I yell at the burning man. “Breathe, you must.” He inhales air filling his lungs to capacity, releasing slowly. Everything all around slows, slowly at first. With his every breathe the blurry images passing us by begin to take shape.

If Only, a poem about motherhood

“If only, if only,” the young mother sighs, “I did all the chores;” there’s hope in her eyes. She washes and foldses and relocates toys. She vacuums and bleaches and … Continue reading If Only, a poem about motherhood

Empty Your Pockets

This is a free verse poem I wrote because I have been struggling with my PTSD lately. This poem is for anyone that has ever been hurt before. I hope … Continue reading Empty Your Pockets

The Creative Connection – Part One

Another influential writer in my own life Hemingway had a long history of mental illness. Hemingway, known at the time as the most celebrated American Writer, but had his demons he was fighting over the course of his life.

Darkness Swallowed Me Whole and Spit Me Back Out Again

September is National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month I will be writing a post a day about suicide prevention and awareness on my blog My Loud Bipolar Whispers for my campaign Remember in September. … Continue reading Darkness Swallowed Me Whole and Spit Me Back Out Again

What it’s Like to Have a Panic Attack While Driving – A Poem

I know if I pass this point, it will take a panic attack to get me to turn back.
I pass it without issue, but it’s not long before the panic fully sets in.
I am losing myself on the highway.
My biggest fear.

Winter Speaks Memories – A J.E. Skye Poem (Depression)

Empty days pass through
the hourglass of life as winter offers little hope.
Figures never stay—
words fall like snow around me but never penetrate.