An actor's what I am and that is what you are why do I do this here for all to see rather be somewhere else as someone else
Learning my lines.
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Walls
Retreating behind the wall you have had to build through Grafitti, you write about the pain you are feeling but are too untrusting to share with anyone. The words help and turmoil have been written with my nails. The narrative has to change if it was me reading the signs..........
Tomorrow
The chatter is drowned out by the alcohol The numbness I seek is already prevalent without it but now I can't stop wracked with guilt as I down quadruples in one promising myself tomorrow will be different but tomorrow never comes
Dreams
Have you ever had a dream that was so real that you believe it is part of your life part of your narrative? Then add into the mix general anesthesia (hernia) and you may come up with something like this. I was pregnant and I was going to my 12-week scan and I hoped to… Continue reading Dreams
Lost
An unremarkable day half lost in thought the rest in exhaustion I know the answers I just lack the motivation, desire and ambition to lift myself up again. So, in reality I have nothing to work with. Time washes over me like a rock in a stream until I wake and wonder where the time… Continue reading Lost
Found
Like waking from an anesthetic I am glad to be alive breathing, previous fears melting away love filling my lungs gratitude in my ears life pumping my heart. I have found my way back from the wilderness a place of derelict negative thoughts
WTF!
This post is a little different than my normal efforts. I find myself in another 'crisis' junction in my life living with bipolar. This time I feel aggrieved to be here because I shouted for professional intervention since May 2021. I need to get this out because from here I need to take another tack,… Continue reading WTF!
Breathless
An unremarkable day half lost in thought the other in exhaustion i know the answers i just lack the imagination desire and ambition to lift myself up again so in reality i have nothing to work with time washes over me like a rock in a stream until i wake and wonder where time went
Settle down
Rapid cycling is not a fun hour in the park. This is worse than anything I've previously experienced. I'm not in either camp long enough to settle. The euphoric glimpses are not with me long enough, to either warm me or destroy me. the lows are unsettling, they niggle me like a tattooist's irritation.
For Others
Another day another year somehow, holding onto this negativity. The cynisim is growing the need for the pressure to release is banging on my door. I cling on only for others yet the pain is all mine
Mark Lyth 