Counting sheepChase the thoughtsAnd shutdown my racing mind.Counting the flock just doesn’t stopThose endless thoughts of mine.Enter baa baa black sheepIn a small prescription form.He comes in twos, but I make him fourWhen I crack him always in half,Or grind him up in sleepy time teaA dash of milk and local honey.So baa baa black sheep chase the...
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November 12, 2012
Sometimes when I walk the world I wish you knew me.I also wish I knew me too.Only memories plague my mind.But, the memories don’t tell me who I am or whether I ever knew who I was.It’s just blank.I am more than I see.I am stronger than I think.I am more knowledgeable and wise than I am aware of.While everyone wants money and fame,I want freedom...
May 17, 2012
Vicki M. Taylor
What a great idea, I thought. I’d write a blog for Mental Health week and especially for Mental Health blogging day, May 16, 2012.Then, I considered what I’d blog about. There are so many topics out there to learn more about and to give information.However, I decided to be a bit whimsical and blog about my favorite character – Winnie-the-...
May 15, 2012
Chato B. Stewart
I would like to say how happy I am to be blogging at the International Bipolar Foundation! Happy is a very interesting word because it indicates that you're in a good place...The International Bipolar Foundation IS such A GOOD place. Especially if you deal with what else, Bipolar Disorder!Your initial question may be: Who is Chato Stewart? Hey, I...
February 6, 2012
Dedicated to the winters of my soul - because hibernation is as much a part of life as hyper-nation :)I used to fear the crashNow I know it can be more like a deeper diveSee different thingsOr see things differentlyFeel differentlyOr feel nothing at allJust because I sometimes don't feelDoes not mean I am not real
October 17, 2011
For Amy and other women who carry chaos.If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.-Zora Neale Hurstonthis flame and flickerwas not meant to last this longwe were not meant to chase the sun this oftenuncertain, as we are, that the days will occur without usso we wakeand liftand pushand throw our bodies across these...
September 15, 2011
So this sadness returns quietly. Always quietly. No great trumpeting or horn blast. No drum circle or full bodied gospel wail. No stunning metaphor or dazzling simile. There is only this throbbing and distant and empty and quiet. Always this white noise of rush and tide. It’s what silence sounds like.Water.For the last few weeks, I’ve been trying...