Sometimes I wonder what this life will bring next. I pulled myself out of bed today. I remember staring at the clock for over an hour thinking “just five more minutes”. Do you ever wonder WHY you got out of bed on certain days? I have no explanation for todays miracle, lol. I am still… Continue reading Day Nine – No Antipsychotics
It’s never easy to walk away, let her go. When you touched my heart, you could tell I was broken. Everything leads to – just walk away – but you love me. It will be okay. It will hurt. Bottoms up, tonight. Time can’t steal the love you’re born to find. Never easy but you’ll… Continue reading Learning to Love
At church this last Sunday, the pastor told us a story about how a man walked into his office years ago and said he wanted to kill himself. The pastor asked him why and he was met with many reasons – recently divorced, financial issues, his job is stressful, etc. The pastor shared with us… Continue reading Alternative to Suicide
Have you ever just cried? Like REALLY let it all out? Maybe in the shower, looking up toward where the water is spraying your face so that no one can hear. Yesterday night and tonight have been my crying nights. My counselor tells me that it is therapeutic. I’m not sure. I always come out… Continue reading Limitless Tears
“My Mind” – June 15, 2017 Smart mouth Head Spinning Silenced Whip lash ends Despair withdrawals Beg for You To calm my storm Paramount Recovery of hope. Demons retreat, Almost.
Hello Lovely Friends. I was mindlessly venturing around on Facebook when I stumbled upon a post that caught my eye. My friend shared a link and the caption is “‘I’m 27. I Don’t Want to Go. I Love My Life’ Heartbreaking Letter Written by Young Woman Dying of Cancer”. It may catch your attention too… Continue reading My “I Don’t Want to Go” Letter for YOU
This time last year I was curled on the couch, four days since my last shower, pills in hands reach, with nothing more than suicidal ideations that were strong enough to zone out the tv volume of four, Family Guy. I wouldn’t get the “correct” medication until May tenth. Leaving approximately 126 days of sorrow… Continue reading 2017 Reflections