Tag: bipolar

White Walls

Poem from our journal inside the psych ward circa June 2015 As dawn rises again from my window,and the birds sing their morning callIt’s clear I’m a drifter in my own life,maybe you were never here at all. My mind has turned against me,and… Continue Reading “White Walls”

Lemonade

I have just seen the report from my recent PET scan and there’s no evidence of metastasis showing up!I’m currently cancer free, stage four can kiss our ass because it’s time to make lemonade from all the bitter lemons we’ve been gathering for so… Continue Reading “Lemonade”

All The Kings Horses

“All the kings horses and all the kings men, couldn’t put humpty together again” It’s May 12th again. Now 6 years since the start of the suicide attempt saga that should’ve ended our life, yet here we are. The story of this suicide attempt… Continue Reading “All The Kings Horses”

What To Expect When You Call Lifeline

As you may or may not know, I have a website attached to this blog, it has various pages about mental health things. Anyway, among it I have a page called What to Expect When You Call Lifeline which has been getting an absurd… Continue Reading “What To Expect When You Call Lifeline”

Silent Night

As you set fire to the last bridge between us, with words that burned our wooden soul.The Ashes of your heart charred black,I could not stop you, save us, grow old. How many times can a Phoenix rise?How many times can we hide away… Continue Reading “Silent Night”

Seeds of Hope

Hope can be a dangerous thing, too little and we exist as a husk blowing through the winds of life. Too much and we risk the crushing disappointment of loss, failure or rejection. After a lifetime of protectively exiling hope from my thoughts, I… Continue Reading “Seeds of Hope”

Stagnant

It’s chemo week so I’m sharing some old journals from the others again, this wasn’t dated but I’m guessing it’s around 2 or 3 years old (?) – Kate My body is tired but my mind is agitated and restless, a metallic taste invades… Continue Reading “Stagnant”

The Last English Teacher

She was short and chubby, 30 something with long blonde hair. She was kind yet firm, quick witted with a sarcastic ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude. Her name, like my own, was Kate and in an era where teachers were only ever called Sir,… Continue Reading “The Last English Teacher”

Drama Queen

You know those people that never shut up? It feels like their life has been an endless soap opera and it’s exhausting to listen to them moaning and complaining. Surely they bring this shit upon themselves, surely they love the drama, feed off the… Continue Reading “Drama Queen”

Suicide’s Siren Song

On the blog today, on chronic suicidal thoughts and accidentally overcoming a lifetime of suicidal ideation.
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