I loved. And I lost.

This poem is as real as art can get.

African. Young. HIV+

And at Sunset, when the bells are clanging, and the clocks are chiming, I look up to the hills and I can only but say: I loved, and I lost, my faith.

I loved with my heart. Hard and wild. I took it all for granted:
My life, my friendships, my health and my faith.

I loved and I lost.
I loved at first sight. Genuinely and passionately. I never saw it coming:
Depression, broken strings, failing health and a broken faith.

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Anosognosia, hello old friend.

This is an important post about why ‘they’ refuse treatment.

Musings of a mad woman

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“Part of having bipolar can be what is called “anosognosia,” a weird word for a simple idea: a mentally ill person who’s unable to perceive that he or she is ill. This means a huge part of bipolar is that, when your loved one most needs help, your partner will be least likely to look for it or accept it.”
Excerpt from http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2016/04/27/know-what-to-expect-when-you-love-someone-with-bipolar-disorder/

Denial, fear of medications, multiple combinations of medication, side effects, the list goes on forever. I had been told many, many years ago. I really believed it was a made up or only the over dramatic people.  I tried to hide my lows and tried be extraordinary with my highs. I used my gifts and talents, which now I understand as gift. I could focus, accomplish any task you give me. Then, lose myself for weeks sometimes. Sadly, unlike the writer of the article, I’m Bipolar I…

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Plague time & the merciful

Extraordinary insights on depression and surviving depression.