This poem was featured on Feminine Collective today and I offer many thanks to Julie for publishing it. I was hesitant to publish it but I think it's an important piece and I am very happy that she liked it as much as she did. Keep One In The Chamber - have a read here [...]
I wrote My Manic Mind a couple of years ago to explain what mania feels like for me. I tried to write it in a way that everyone, bipolar or not, could understand and possibly relate to. My Manic Mind has been featured on Feminine Collective and was published in their gorgeous book, Raw & [...]
Harnessing The Madness Don't worry Hush, little mama Dry your acrid, bittersweet, woeful tears Don't you cry, pretty mama Your darling, happy, freckle-face baby is struggling, fevered, and deliriously HOT Oh, okay, go on then Go ahead and cry, little mama Cry those real, big-old-salty tears Enough to fill an ocean Squash [...]
From Oppression Comes Light Since I left you, I feel free. My soul is no longer trapped to yours. Like a bird learning to fly, I have regained the wings that had been cut off from me. Out of the ashes, I no longer surrender to carnal love. My consuming desire gravitates towards the air, [...]
I recently read an outstanding book that made the case FOR mental illness, rather than AGAINST it. Nassir Ghaemi, director of the Mood Disorders Programme at Tufts Medical Center, wrote, A First-Rate Madness: Uncovering the Links Between Leadership and Mental Illness. Gandhi, President Kennedy, Winston Churchill, and Martin Luther King Jr., were examined from [...]
Two of my favourite ladies in one place. I love Hastywords’ Be Real series, today she is featuring the amazing Julie Anderson.
I am truly honored to have Julie Anderson as my #BeReal guest today.
“To live exuberantly–to fully know and be fully known by another—we must be prepared to illuminate the dark spots in our most intimate relationships and in our selves.”
–Arianna Huffington, On Becoming Fearless
When I was a little girl I dreamed big. I spent my days and nights wondering and dreaming about the future. What would I become, who I would be? Whatever it held for me, it was going to be magnificent. This I always knew.
I dreamed big.
Visualizing my world of magnificence, it was a world free from pain and isolation. I was an outsider always looking in. An outsider who wondering why I could not speak for myself, did not have a voice, have a presence or the strength to commit to my convictions.
At 17, my ticket to ride magically…
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I am super stoked. My article was published on the amazing site Feminine Collective today. It's a personal account of how meds seriously fucked up my sex drive. I hope you check it out.