Wandering Through Purgatory: A Time Of Self-Reflection

Ready. Set. Sail! After a few days of recovery, I awake in my small little boat somewhat groggy. The cold whirlwind of rapid emotional cycling has finally settled down and I’m so thankful I survived. As I roll over onto my back, I find myself staring up at that same beautiful array of stars gently … More Wandering Through Purgatory: A Time Of Self-Reflection

Waters Crashing Down: How I Survived The Storm

Ready. Set. Sail! (Trigger warning) ….one Klonopin…half a glass of red wine… …two Klonopin…a full glass of red wine… …three Klonopin….another half a glass…fuck… How many Klonopin do you need to take to overdose?! Rowing faster and faster towards the shore I’m starting to see the bright orange glow of dawn peak over the horizon. … More Waters Crashing Down: How I Survived The Storm

“And I realize that every single day I’m stepping closer to a cliff and one day I’m just going to jump off.”

Originally posted on @BipolarUs:
ghoulygurl: This hit me so hard and here’s why (source for picture): At least one time a day, everyday, I think to myself, “I wish I’d just die.” And then I sit there and I start evaluating how I’ve felt in the past when telling myself the same thing, and EVERY single day…

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Ready. Set. Sail! (Trigger warning) I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. I really don’t. I’m writing right now to write. I’m overwhelmed and I feel like I’m drifting away from everyone. How can I convey my thoughts, my struggles, and my feelings without restraint? For those of you who have been reading … More Untitled

Trapped In The Fog: A Compass Spinning Out Of Control!

Pocahontas: “Well, I’m running through the woods, and then right there in front of me is an arrow. As I look at it, it starts to spin!” Grandmother Willow: “A spinning arrow? How unusual!” Pocahontas: “Yes, it spins faster and faster and faster… until, suddenly, it stops.” Grandmother Willow: “Well, it seems to me this … More Trapped In The Fog: A Compass Spinning Out Of Control!