“Depression is living in a body that fights to survive, with a mind that tries to die.” One thing my dad always says (when referring to my bipolar) that really gets under my skin is, “Well, as long as you’re fighting.” I always want to retort back with, “What do you think I’m doing every … More Fight!
“You wake up every morning to fight the same demons that left you so tired the night before, and that, my love, is bravery.”
So keep fighting. Never stop.
Originally posted on hpwritesblogs:
Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start…
Loneliness. Something I thought I’d gotten used to in high school when I first started seeking it out because I couldn’t handle being around so many people. I used to sit in the far corners of the classroom if I could, where no one could come up behind me and I could scare off everyone … More Loneliness
My husband, Que, came up with the name for this blog and it couldn’t be a more perfect description for what troubles I’m having with my illness right now. So we’re living with my folks, neither of which really believe in mental illness. I’m adopted so neither of my adoptive parents have ever experienced or … More Out of Sight, Out of Mind