I'm not a particularly religious person. I am spiritual. I had received a small plaque with this psalm on it one year for my birthday. I thought it was beautiful! I have to remember that my Higher Power is there with me, always! I'm protected … Continue reading Faith In Something
A Poem- Truth and Lies
My mind is feeding me lies. Words that fall heavy and dark. "No one cares", it says. "Just give up", it whispers. I know not to listen, but it's hard. Sometimes I wish I was a different person. One who can tell the difference between … Continue reading A Poem- Truth and Lies
Dear Readers:
I don't feel like I could throw glitter around and sing songs of joy today. I'm tired. I'm physically, emotionally, and spiritually exhausted. And, I almost want to give up my blog, my photos, and the self-dicipline that comes with all of that. It's hard … Continue reading Dear Readers:
A Little Sunshine
I'm sitting at the kitchen table soaking up the morning sun that's coming through the sliding glass door. I woke up early today: 5:45am. I'm usually asleep until 9 or 10am. It's nice to wake up with the sun. It's hopeful. I've decided that today … Continue reading A Little Sunshine
Not Broken
There are times in everyone's lives when they feel inadequate and just not enough. They may feel as if their brain is broken. What do I mean by that? I can only tell you what I have felt in my own experience. There have been … Continue reading Not Broken
Writing My Truth
Sometimes I get scared to write. It’s fear of creating an entry that might not sound that great or might come across as offensive to others. Neither of those two things can happen when I'm speaking from the heart. I was taught that it's my … Continue reading Writing My Truth
Since I’ve Been Me
I saw this quote and immediately felt an emotion from it. I felt curiosity...and then my mind quickly flipped through my life history. Who is "me"? As I thought about this more, I had a realization that that "me" has both changed and stayed the … Continue reading Since I’ve Been Me
Accepting You
I strive to be my most authentic self. At times this means others might not like me very much. Sound odd? Well, when setting boundaries for myself, I have a tendency to keep a strong focus on my own well being, so much so that … Continue reading Accepting You
We Just Can’t Stay There
I've always had a really hard time letting go. The above quote sums it up perfectly. I hold on to people, places, and feelings because I can't see a clear future without them in it. I hold on to stay safe. I hold on to … Continue reading We Just Can’t Stay There
Bipolar Disorder & Stigma
I have to be selective and very careful about who I tell about my Bipolar diagnosis. The majority of people I've encountered are pretty cool about understanding it's an illness. But some people can be ignorant. I've had people say, "are you better now?", "are … Continue reading Bipolar Disorder & Stigma
A Poem- Powerless in Darkness
Darkness creeps in again, if only for a minute. There's no escaping this shift; it's just beginning. Heaviness of the body and cloudiness of mind. I've seen this before; I know its kind. No one here to reassure me. No one here to agree. No … Continue reading A Poem- Powerless in Darkness
Sudden Darkness
Today was mostly a great day! I was up early. I had an amazing cup of coffee! I got to hang out with mom and my niece, Lillis. Then, suddenly, I sat on the couch and got a dark feeling about me. I felt heavy … Continue reading Sudden Darkness
Changes and Chapters
Like I said before: I'm not who I was a week ago, or even an hour ago for that matter. Change is inevitable and requires an adjustment period. I think in black & white so, when I think about my life, I think in chapters. … Continue reading Changes and Chapters
Surround Yourself
I have my family and I have my 'chosen family'. They're both wonderful! My family of origin has always been there for me (and continues to be there for me) which is amazing considering all I've put them through. My 'chosen family' gets me on … Continue reading Surround Yourself
Speakable
I thought everyone was a mind reader. I would sit in therapy and assume my therapist knew how I felt because I felt that she knew me so well and she would know. I would be at home and assume my mom knew I wasn't … Continue reading Speakable