There is no perfection, only life. – Milan Kundera
Post originally posted on thebipolarwriter.blog. As the year comes to an end, I would like to recap what 2018 has been for me. This year was filled with so many ups and downs. Tears have been cried and my faith has been tested on so many occasions. There were a lot of lessons learned, despite [...]
Feeling fake and dehumanized is one of the core symptoms of Complex PTSD.Tanja Windegger Trauma stays with a person for a very long time. Abuse preoccupies the survivor's thoughts throughout their life. Sometimes, this trauma resurfaces in different forms. Mine resurfaced when I started self harming and when I was diagnosed with IBS (Irritable Bowel [...]
A paralyzing chill ran down my spine as I stood at that bus station. I was a mess. My heart was knocking on my chest as an irritated toddler would at his mother's leg when he demands to be given flight privileges. "Would you like to know the time, son?", A distant voice said, snapping [...]
When you have one thing in your life that brings you anxiety and depression and you choose the route of denial or avoidance where it is concerned, anything from that point that you do all becomes an effort to cover the pain or fear you feel from that one thing. Gym, eating, sex, high academic [...]
Avow By: Francesca Seopa Proceed on fourth, dare down below, Rise to the flag of hearts it glow. When each shall fall but not concede Their greatest shame the soul shall bleed. If gone to meet that certain fate. Dare not sway the ilk would hate. Contest and stand against the might, [...]
Depression And The World Of Stone By: Francesca Seopa Follow me, Oh dear friend, Through this ochre world. A world where no man's heart Beats for others. A world where no blood will warm your bodies; And has the personality of winter. A world where no patience exists, And promises aren't for keeping. [...]
Silent Dawn After Trauma By: Francesca Seopa Silent dawn of slow advance, Thread the world with gifted lance. Beckon to hold the life in grasp, To feel the rays and darkness rasp. Cold turn warm the seed to grow, Showered rain of droplets to show. And life anew to begin and cycle, Of [...]
