Living with and overcoming Bipolar and Borderline Personality Disorder
I am quite the catch when you reel me in, my scales shiny and bright.
After a bit not at all what I’d been, seen in a different light.
I am struggling to breathe, thrashing to and fro.
Soon the air from my lungs will leave, It is now my time to go.
I am ready as I could ever be, please feel free to throw me back.
I belong in the water you see, It is the oxygen in which I lack.
I am a fish out of water!
About this time last year I posted a very emotional and hysterical post about all the scary things taking place in the world. And at a later date after watching it again, I removed it.
I was embarassed by my tears and emotional video. What a difference a year makes. A year of the right phsychiatric meds. Today I feel all the things I did the day I recorded the video. My reaction to those thought is 100% different.
When I started this venture I promised I would post the good and the ugly. I wasn’t true to my word by deleting it. In the future I will do better at being honest and open about my behaviors. I hope that one day even just one of my post helps you in this very exhausting struggle to pretend to be normal.
Water your lawn that it might grow, come to life as if tending ones soul.
Pay no attention to the neighboring blades of grass, the green doesn’t always last.
Some days wilted and pale, “Help!” I hear the neighboring grass yell.
I ignore it as many times before, I beg of you to tend your lawn more.
Add a bit of sun and a little water, tend it as if it were a daughter.
The neighboring grass is quite a sight, yet being there does not feel right.
Tend your own pastures, lawns and gardens, tell you neighbor 1,000 pardons.
I’m sorry if often I stray, God keep me on your path I pray.
The neighboring blades of grass entice with the afternoon sun staring back at me, I am wise to its tricks you see.
In your own yard take a little pride, the grass is not always greener on the other side.
Jill L. Ware
The urge to do things not good for oneself, always wanting what is high upon the Shelf.
There are reasons these items are Out Of Reach, taking of them a lesson they shall teach.
These things entice with their Shimmer and shine, all I want is to make them mine.
All That Glitters Is Gold, what age were you when this you were told.
As the devil has his horns, so does the beautiful roses have thorns.
Things you weren’t meant to have, like a Band-Aid to your salve
This is a feeling not real, these Band-Aids cannot heal.
Keep your eyes focused in front of you to say the least, temptation it is a Beast.
Jill L. Ware
This man who melts my heart, From all the others he is set apart.
This man that puts his needs last, he’s helped me forget that past.
This man with eyes of blue, has been better for me than I ever knew.
We have our days that’s for sure, for the bad days there’s no cure.
I see forever when I truly see the man he has become, it is him for me or none.
It has taken 20 years to get where we are, our lives are better by far.
This man is mine!
My flowers came back to life after much attention was given to them. They had gotten hit by the last frost. Through much vigilance It slowly but surely got its strength back.
Now we need to take us much pride in ourselves as we do our possessions. Our Vessel should be our most prized possessions.
If we put the time, energy and care into our plants they will provide us with nourishment. It is the same for our bodies, mind and soul. If we take the time to take care of our well-being it will show in many areas of our lives. Just as if we ignore our well-being it will also show. God wants us to flourish. So take care of you as you would your gardens.
You are in charge of what you view. If your life needs a change, do it! If you are getting tired of the people you run with, change it. Not happy in the church you are attending, try several new ones. You choose you view. Be like me and find a good one.
Society is like this bunch of candies. All different flavors and packaging. Some of us covered by the blessings of our God. It is up to us to preach of his love and faithfulness. So those that are weak and naked may have the opportunity to be clothed in his redemption and love.
If you aren’t someone she sees almost ever day,
With you her monster likely won’t play.
If she cares for you even the slightest bit,
Out of nowhere her monster you might get.
She tries to keep him on a short chain,
All the while inside her he’s raising Cain.
For no reason at all,
Out of her he crawls.
Like a lion you will hear his roar,
Have you seen him before?
For those that love her it is a blessing and a curse.
You’ve seen her better, seen her worse.
She is confusing to say the least,
A beauty living with her beast.
Our Roses Were Yellow 
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