…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…”
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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:”
