A blast from the past…

Another trip through the Bipolar Hot Mess Archives….. So, I have been going through journals and re-reading poems that I have written, trying to piece back together what happened and what I was feeling prior to and while I was in therapy. Sometimes, it seems such a blur, and sometimes it seems clear as day. Sometimes, I can’t even remember anything at all. I found this entry in a random notebook: I came to a… Continue Reading

Fate

I look out the window Blank and empty is what i see Cold and dark It’s all just a reflection of me I lay in this bed Tears running down my face Sad and lonely No longer a happy, cozy place I open the door Stepping out into the snowy wind freedom and clarity The floor suddenly begins to spin One foot on the ledge I lean over and look at what awaits Peace and… Continue Reading