Inside my head
This is how I deal with Bipolar Disorder and my life (nothing is off limits).
a slave, a slave, a slave am I
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Erased, but not forgotten. A frenetic account of memories, events, and ruminations.
Memoirs from the Crow outside the hospital window
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You don't have to wait to be "cured"
Saving my place as life forgets
Navigating depression and searching for freedom...and whatever cool stuff I find along the way.
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I Hate Being Bipolar. It's AWESOME!
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My battle with bipolar disorder
Are you listening?
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My story of depression and anxiety
poetry, photography, and life according to me
a woman living while trying to figure out what it means to live.
The immeasurable terrors of her mind...
Doing the writing thing...
Some mistakes are too good not to share
About Mental Health, Daily Struggles, and Whatever Else Pops in My Head
Was I born a masochist or did society make me this way? I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible.
Where ideas and medium combine to give form to the visions in my mind. Sincerely, Taylor
If I Cant Dance I Dont Want to Be Part Of Your Revolution
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
Follow my journey to writing, Blogging and publishing my musings..
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A continuing mission to produce flash fiction stories in 300 words (or less)
Trying to Find Stability and a New Normal
My words are ornamental.
This WordPress.com site is the cat’s pajamas
Living with mental illness.
A literary blog of poet, playwright and essayist Rachael Stanford
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writing sparks in the darkness.
poppycock from the bipolar spectrum
I'm not even going to apologize.
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