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SWINGING with my moods
laughter, something so simple and free, yet most times it’s seems expensive and elusive for me. A deep sadness lingers beneath the giggles. I’m living a double life with a diagnosis of bipolar, going from one extreme to another. Trying desperately to find and maintain a balance without traditionally over medicating my mind. My circumstances…
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HOLDING ON TO HOPE
These days I can see the beauty in everything. In the eyes and smiles of random people I see. The sun shining brightly to the background of a cloudy blue sky. The laughter, joy and smile of my toddler son. The way he sucks his bottom lip just before falling asleep, in the way we…
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Wavering Faith
This blog is supposed to be about different aspects of my life and mental health journey. Lately I’ve been stuck in the quick sand of one disappointment after another. Trying desperately to grab ahold of my faith and pull myself up. It’s been raining here constantly it seems for a week, mirroring what I feel.…
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Nailed to my cross
What more can be lost, when there’s nothing left to take? How many tears can be shed, by eyes that are blood shot red? Emotional suffering causes physical pain, leaving an ache in our hearts. What do we do when we are already on the ground and life keeps kicking us while we’re down? As…
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Waking Up💤
Waking up refreshed, energized, with a positive mindset is a blessing in itself, that most take for granted. Battling depression, anxiety and mental imbalance for so long, I’ve learned to really appreciate mornings like these. Insomnia was taking over my ability to sleep, this causes more anxiety and feelings of being on edge. Despite my…
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2020 The Journey continues
I am a phoenix rising from the ashes. Every day I rise up from the grips of death and the devastation of depression. Today was a good day, productive, peaceful and joyful, in spite of anxiety keeping me awake all night. My brain did not settle down until the sun came up. Thoughts of how…
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Mental health check up
I’ve taken the pills that masked the symptoms of a problem that needed more to heal. I needed awakening, self realization, the awareness that my mental decline was from trauma. I wasn’t defective or broken. Instead I had been neglected and harmed. Mostly by the hands of others, after that by my own. Toxic thoughts…
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Depressive days want stay away.
My job is to encourage, support and uplift others, afterwards I come home to an empty home. Many days I spend the rest of my time uplifting and encouraging myself. I’ve been living this life alone since day one. Watching people enter and exit, like I’m a revolving door. My faith is the main reason…
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Single again….chronicles of christy.
I met a nice guy. Handsome and eager to date me. On our third date, I became triggered by things he said, he spoke harshly of his ex, reminding me of mines. The unpleasant feelings of familiarity begin to rise. The clutter of his home, made me feel encaged. So I ran, literally and metaphorically.…
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I almost gave up on me
I was abused by mother all my life till the age of 23, up until she died and then I married an abusive sociopath because that was normal to me. Abuse was the only form of love I knew. Drowning in the toxicity I almost died. In some ways I did. Resurrected….Today I’m happy to…
Author Christy Angelette 