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Ending the stigma through poetry
I may have a kind heart and you may think you have a hold on me. However, I pity you and your selfish ways. I know why you can’t let go of me. I am the person you always wished you could be.
When you grow up in a home where your mother’s moods were euphoric then melancholic, while talking to imaginary friends, you do not judge others for simply being different.
My mind was spinning as if it was a tornado. My emotions would not stop raging out of control. I was losing it. The madness had taken me once again as I relived my traumatic past. Anger, suicidal thoughts and reckless behavior consumed me.… Continue Reading “Feelings”
For Those Who Struggle With Mental Illness: I know that 2017 has not been easy for you. I know you have struggled with your mind, work and relationships with others. So I will not ask much of you. All I ask for this New… Continue Reading “2017 NYE Request”
As if I would not feel enough with my bipolar disorder, God gave me the gift of empathy too
The melancholy poet is not weak. You just choose to see her sad face instead of her battle scars.
Empathy Poetry 