She
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
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Angela Rebecca
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
The Realness
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For All to See
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
I Get It
I get it. I do… Not everyone is like me and you. And I get why the doctor’s do like they do. They can’t possibly allow “sick” people to run … Continue reading I Get It
Middle Ground
Have you ever stood where it felt like middle ground? Life continues to go around. Balance is unknown, living in the bipolar zone. In between failure and success, ceasing to … Continue reading Middle Ground
Feelings of Freedom
It’s been a while since I have written here on TBW blog. I haven’t had much of anything to say and nothing educational to share leaving me silent. I can’t … Continue reading Feelings of Freedom
The Boiler Within
I often like to imagine that if I do not discuss my mental illnesses they will fade away. Out of sight, out of mind. Such isn’t reality. Living daily with … Continue reading The Boiler Within
Today, September 10th
Today. A day of prevention I must mention. Raised voices chant. Families grieve for their loss. The suffering hide in silence. A world unites to claim a day in honor … Continue reading Today, September 10th
Listening
What do you do when the silent space of your mind decides it wants to be heard? Screaming in echoed holler, I hear the vibration of words. Muffeled and stifled … Continue reading Listening
Me. OCD.
Words clutter my mind. It seems they duel it out until one wins. As of late, I have done “brain dumps” before bed. I grab my travel notebook, write the … Continue reading Me. OCD.
Flames of Life
What is to come of a life doused in confusion? The flammability of kerosene will destroy with one strike Tasting the sulfur curiosity engulfs me As do the flames of … Continue reading Flames of Life
