Words.
Not too many days feel good, to this body. Each and every day feels good, to my heart. The love I carry for all the world is a song that no one has heard. not a word. I say it loudly, clearly, in my art!
Bipolar Disorder
Grief and Bipolar Disorder
Let me start this blog off by saying that I am not a health care professional, nor am I licensed in any form of mental health capacity. All I am is a person in pain, having lost a dear loved one, and who also happens to suffer from Bipolar Disorder. So, in a sense, that […]Read Post ›
A ONE HANDED ENTRY
this is tough, this being me. i say all kinds of euphemistic things: endure, be brave, be faithful… a memory stirs, i am back to missing you. i am glad you are not suffering. i am glad the pain is gone. but here i am left, wondering. how do i carry on? my life is like […]Read Post ›
Profound Joy!
Profoundly Alive. Zestful. Happy. Hopeful. Forward Looking. Lifted up. Elated. Active. Alive. Aware. Absolutely Positive. I am these things, I am all of them. I must believe that I am. Loveable. Loved. Free. Truthful. Beautiful. My heart healed, my wings mended, my joy complete. I am now the person I always wished I could be. […]Read Post ›
Coming Down!!
This is the part that hurts. Feeling a vague feeling of guilt, knowing that this ebbing manic period has left devastation in my life again, not sure yet what it is. I feel like I’m coming down from a drinking/drugging binge, coming out of a blackout. Sick and hurting, depressed and angry at myself. I […]Read Post ›
Working Again!
Ahh! I am an active creative force, taking the images in my mind and painting them on canvas, writing them on paper, sharing these thoughts and images with the human family. It is so cathartic, so freeing. All the pain rushing out of me-all the light rushing in. I love my life today-I feel alive […]Read Post ›
How Do I Do? a poem of sorts
I am totally mixed up- headed for a crash all I have created- right into the trash. where will I be when the smoke clears? who will I be when the time nears? I hear voices all the time now’ can no longer recall which one is mine, I mean to call or drop a […]Read Post ›
Keeping the Inspiration Alive!
I hope this lasts. This feeling that I really CAN be the artist I have always wanted to be, alive with ideas and creativity! That’s the trouble with being Bipolar-I must not think about this wonderful feeling leaving me again. It is like being in a dark room for 10 years, solitary confinement, and then […]Read Post ›
Been Away, a poem by Susan T. Martin
all the fear, for all those years spent broken, spent frightened spent. awake now, knowing how feel inside, heal outside heal. would you know? how could you know never told you, afraid to hold you afraid. perfect plans laid, got the debt paid freedom? slavery? freedom. traveled long way, got back today missed home, […]Read Post ›
Muncie Spumoni
We love our pets, don’t we? When you have no children, and you are trapped for 10 years in a house with elderly, sick and dying parents your pets come to have a whole new meaning to you. I always was loopy about them, and as time has gone on my family and I have […]Read Post ›
