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
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
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
Writing is my greatest weapon to deal with the ups and downs of my mental illness. The writing projects that I am currently working on and this blog are so helpful.
I wanted to share today part two of what will become a series here on The Bipolar Writer. In this series, I make connections with famous creative members of society that may have, did suffer, or are suffering and living with a mental illness.
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
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
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
In previous days I often discussed finding the light. The light that would lead me out of my darkness. I would hold on to the glimmer I could see but … Continue reading Finding the Light
What about me is memorable? Besides my crying eyes. Is it the lies or my highs? Genuinely I ponder Not in the same frame of mind as when I am … Continue reading Will They Miss Me When I Am Gone?
Manic she creates Challenging its fate Teasing it She flexes Check’n it She mocks it While multitasking It’s only from up here she sees the depths she has visited A … Continue reading Mania