I feel really secure in myself as a bipolar woman and as an advocate for mental health. I feel like I have heard all the questions I thought I could hear from either work, my mother, my blog, etc. in regard to my bipolar disorder. However, at breakfast today, I made a new friend and…
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Intertwined
Stories come and go, what do I know? One like mine exists once in a lifetime. Knowing that you were once mine Makes the pain lessen and feel a little more fine. Reminiscing of your simple affection creates an affliction of my heart. Our puzzle pieces looked less than finished, but more like art. Complexity…
Out of Place
Drifting, that’s what it feels like to be free. Swaying in and out of the waves, being washed ashore when oceans run too deep. Home is where the moon lays across the sand and when the sun starts to rise in the east. Alone I swim, from shore to shore, endless oceans pursue me. I…
