I was asked by a fellow mental health blogger a writer if I would share her newly published collection of poetry entitled Rooted. It is always the point of this blog to celebrate other bloggers and writers within the mental illness community so that the real people in the community are highlighted. Here is the information on Cass’ work.
You use to help me when I needed you the most. Dependable. Reliable. Confident. Creative. Sharp. Quick with the wit. You helped me find the perfect words to say. Reminded … Continue reading My Dear Old Friend
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
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
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, 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
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
I would not look upon my anger as something foreign to me that I have to fight. I have to deal with my anger with care, with love, with tenderness, … Continue reading Drowning In Thought: Seeking A Corridor of Courage.
I was fortunate, however, to have some fantastic contributor bloggers connected to The Bipolar Writer blog that has helped bring us back to prominence. What started to drive me again was the content that others were writing. It was terrific to see the many guest bloggers putting themselves out there on my blog trusting that things would work out in the end.
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.
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.
She should have outgrown it— she’s four— long ago
it can only stretch from her toes to torso.
But, as kids we have trouble letting things go
why it still makes her shine all aglow? I don’t know.