ST Martin

The Dark Unicorn

(A Memoir) I want the words to pour forth from my broken teeth, I beg my mind to recall the past blur of a life, my life Nearer to end than start, or even middle I ask for a kind ear to bend, Listen awhile to this heart… The pavementContinueContinue reading “The Dark Unicorn”

Just Breathe!

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Knowing I’m a Rabbit…

…Doesn’t Keep Me from Running… …Or Digging Burrows… I thought that I could escape the pitfalls of being Bipolar if I could recognize the phases. That I could help others understand me, if I could just explain what I’m experiencing. Why do I want you to understand me? I have wanted to be loved andContinueContinue reading “Knowing I’m a Rabbit…”

With a Side of Self-Loathing

But I try, and I try… Oh LORD, I’m feeling sorry for myself again. At least that side of me is: the squirming, deprecating side. The me that never gets too happy or too encouraged, because she knows, we all know, that the other shoe will drop. It is a rodeo, and you areContinueContinue reading “With a Side of Self-Loathing”

Back to the Story:

IT’S HOT, I’M TIRED.. Night fell, and we were ready by Burt’s golden chariot. What an amazing vehicle it was. Huge, glistening, bearing his name proudly on the door in script as the owner/operator. This was no drugged-out short-timer. No, Mr. Burt was the real deal, hauling real steel. A true gentleman, he helpedContinueContinue reading “Back to the Story:”

I’m Stuck, I mean, REALLY STUCK!

I have a problem. I really don’t know what to call it this time. In the past, it’s been depression, a low spell, the opposite of a manic episode. And usually, every other time, it has passed. A new day will dawn, and things will be different. Well, I’m waiting…and waiting…and STILL waiting.ContinueContinue reading “I’m Stuck, I mean, REALLY STUCK!”

What Comes After

It’s Cold, I’m Hungry? IT’S HOT and I’M TIRED!!! After Joe had decided that Danny and I had it in for him, we had to find another ride. I was still determined to make it to the West coast- whether this was to establish a “normal” life is lost to the fog ofContinueContinue reading “What Comes After”