My bipolar mind makes me so ill some days. It won’t stop even when I want to stop. The group therapist is trying to teach us…
A time in my life.
I run into open armsonly to grasp at air……promises, of being therebroken forever. Then that hole,I look down, Its bottomless,and pray I won’t slip into it, as I always do….I lose footing…
Today really is not much different from yesterday. I woke up because of someone (pretty sure it was my grandson, the monster child) opening the basement door to where I was having a wonderful, peaceful…
I have been told yes, its fine, go ahead and raise a family, when you fall, or fail, I will catch you. That’s too huge of a promise to make to anyone, so now it falls in promises broken made to…