Tag Archives: mental-health

Wanted: Change.

Facebook is my lifeblood, I am mildly ashamed to say. I’m not alone in that, I’m sure, but I dislike the fact that this is where most of my socializing occurs. It’s been like this too long. I’ve spent ten … Continue reading

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Lost again in the tide, struggling to swim. I’m detached from this world. Leave it? No. No. Home has become the faces of familiar webpages. This blog, Facebook, my email. Why is that? Unsure. I have left earth and am … Continue reading

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Gotta Move Mountains.

What is life, what is the meds, and what is the illness? I’m thinking my meds are making me sicker than my illness. I’m thinking that I need to accept that life is hard, that it can’t be like mania … Continue reading

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Harsh and Sweet.

It’s not pretty, what goes on in my mind. My mind, my turbulent, fickle mind. I can’t trust my thoughts to stay afloat in the light, the shallow water. I have to practice happiness. I have to learn how to … Continue reading

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Acceptance, Fear, Growing.

I have to accept where I am. I am not in a good place. I am not in a bad place. I’m in a difficult place. It can get better. It is getting better. I can’t do this alone. I … Continue reading

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unraveling and rambling.

I don’t understand what’s happening to me. Where I am. A nameless place where I become nameless. Writing cannot solve this strangeness. I am becoming the strangeness, my mind is beginning to use a cryptic language, all strange to me. … Continue reading

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Hope. Faith. Stop Pretending.

I remember days of hope. When I had hope that one day I would be free. Free from what, I’m not sure. From something inside of me. I remember days when I felt free, moments when I felt free. I … Continue reading

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