I was planning to get a Phd
I had all of these plans and goals and ideas
I’m not planning to anymore.
Continue reading A Bipolar Life is a Life Worth Fighting For
I was planning to get a Phd
I had all of these plans and goals and ideas
I’m not planning to anymore.
Continue reading A Bipolar Life is a Life Worth Fighting For
**Trigger Warning: Sexual Abuse
If I could paint a picture…
The colors would all be shades of violence, rage and depression
stark, bloody reds, midnight blues and black streaks
bruised purples, sickly greens
back-grounding
He was now an old man
of seven years
clutching a stuffed possum, clumsily exiting
the station wagon, toward the benches, under the trees
in front of the hospital where the, mad, the crazy ones are supposed to get
help.
Continue reading Birthday Party at Agnew State by Steve Bell
Darkness lurks within each of our hearts, each of our souls, even our minds.
Darkness lurks in the shadows the light creates for us to see, to hide our nightmares from our very eyes.
Yet when the light fades and the darkness happily comes back to surround us, we then see our nightmares staring back at us.
Their inky black figures standing there with a sickening ear to ear grin.
I am more than my parts. Just the parts you or I see. I will not be kept in a box that you choose. I am all things: my heart, my soul, my own normal. Why can’t you see that it’s okay to be different? Stop the judgment.