April 13, 2016 § 1 Comment
I’ve got to come to terms with the fact that I will be afraid every time. The fear is always there. It is not an omen, not a mark on the map telling me to go another way. It is just a faulty compass; the instruments, not the stars.
Things I fear: Phone calls, grocery store check out lines, drop-off and pick-up, requiring assistance of any kind, hitting send, lunch, success, leaving the laundry in the washer too long, failure, burning down the house, observation, medicine, all the things my children will inevitably think and feel about their childhood, running out of gas, parties, invitations, knocking on my door, no one ever inviting me to anything or knocking on my door, vine borers, my husband’s untimely death, stuff stuck to the bottom of my feet, holidays, 4 o’clock, alcoholism, the word publish.
April 8, 2016 § Leave a comment
I read this out loud to myself today.
On a day you cannot move forward, you do not feel in love, you do not feel proud, you do not feel inspired, you do not want to find the energy, the effort to press, press, push. On a day when the shores are too far gone and you have no choice but to float, to glide, to wait until one or the other becomes an option. On a day that comes right in a string of days that lack reward, that do not fool you into believing you are doing it. When you are not thriving, winning, moving with the current to carve the landscape. On a day when you have not changed.
What do you do?
Do you draw circles on the page in your favorite ink just to feel your hand move on the page like a child rocking themselves to sleep? Like a smoker chewing gum? …
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April 5, 2016 § Leave a comment
What if the disease that shuts me down is pride?
Not brain chemistry, but good old fashioned flesh, fallen.
What if all the things I blame on being sick are just being sinful?
Think about how much effort I put into hiding, into being absent so my lack will go unnoticed.
I don’t blame myself for having bipolar disorder. I didn’t do that. But I am responsible for the life I live with it. I am responsible for the things I do and the things I leave undone.