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 pavementContinue 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 andContinue 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 areContinue 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 helpedContinue 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.Continue 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 ofContinue reading "What Comes After"