relevant.recycling.rapid cycling. by Susan T Martin
I am here again. WHY am I here again.
WHY am I small again, lost again?
Alone again.
Afraid…
. Again.
Categories: art, Artistic Excellence, Best, Bipolar Art, Bipolar Disorder, Childhood sexual abuse, Chronic Depression, Creativity, Denial, disability, dreams, Flashbacks, gift, gratitude, grief, Handicapped, Hope, identity, insomnia, Mania, mental illness, out of the gutter, pain, Real Life, Recovery, Healing, Sex abuse, sexual assault, Shame and Guilt, sobriety, Therapy
I am an Artist, Poet and Author. A Survivor of Violent Sexual Abuse and Rape, I have lived thru Severe Domestic Violence, Twenty Three years of Addiction and Alcoholism, Family Dysfunction, Chronic Pain, Dependence on Opioids, and 2 Venomous Snake Bites...I have Been Stabbed, Shot at, Tied to a Tree and Choked Unconscious. A Quarter Horse Rolled on Me, as did a Lawn Tractor. I also Wrecked a Harley into a Tree! I also have PTSD and Rapid Cycling Bipolar Disorder, and spent my 18th birthday in a Locked Psychiatric Ward. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color...
