Dropping Hell and Heavenly Shoes

Don’t tell me that there is no such thing as hell when your shoes are filled with heaven, you have seen me struggle with the weight of it. Come and sit a spell and let me drop hell for you to look into and we will see how quickly heaven moves you then. ©Nicole Lyons … Continue reading Dropping Hell and Heavenly Shoes

a Devil and a Deity

There is a beast in me who quakes to be worshipped. Its deep rumbling cracks the temple of me and I wait to crumble beneath it. © Nicole Lyons 2017

A Bipolar Nemesis: Daylight Savings Time

Did you all remember to spring ahead? Flashback to why I hate daylight savings

Nicole Lyons

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In the world of bipolar disorder, being stable for months can be a pretty awesome feat. My meds had been at the lowest dose possible–yay me! I was seeing my psychiatrist regularly, which is both infuriating and insightful, and practicing mindfulness daily. It sounds a lot easier than it really is. As a result, I was happily in the zone. Then boom, it hit. Daylight Savings Time. Why in the hell is this even still a thing? Haven’t there been like a zillion studies done that shows how this is more harmful than helpful? It was created for an agrarian society. We’re not farmers anymore!

Deciding on a proactive approach, rather than batcaving in my bedroom and curling into the fetal position like I wanted to do, I went to my psychiatrist. “Here, try this light box,” she said. It’s about the size of a CD case, but much thicker…

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My Manic Mind: The Ride of a Lifetime

I am thrilled to be on Feminine Collective with one of my favourite pieces. If you've ever wondered what a manic mind feels like, take a peek but buckle up, it gets pretty bumpy inside my head. I have bipolar disorder and sometimes, well sometimes, I think I’m blessed because of it. Now I’m not … Continue reading My Manic Mind: The Ride of a Lifetime

The sweet spot

    My life can be boiled down to nothing more than a series of tracks hauling freight trains filled with intensity. And me, The ultimate train wreck, just itching to play chicken.

My Tribe

I love the heavy ones. I feel the loud ones. And I am the chaotic ones. The ones who scream to be heard over their own raging thoughts, while the boring ones tell them to hush... Those are my people.  

of Maniacs and Manics

You understand words like, empty, dry, and nothing but you’ll never know what hollow feels like because your mind will never take you under. It won’t swallow the smile from your daughter’s face before it ever reaches your eyes. You understand words like, full, vibrant, and ecstasy but you’ll never know what euphoria feels like … Continue reading of Maniacs and Manics