I’m aware that a lot of what I end up writing about tends to relate to mental health and mental illnesses, but it’s probably because it’s such a huge part of my daily life. For decades now I’ve struggled with the ups and downs of manic depression, or bipolar, or whatever the doctors want to call it next. For the longest period of this time I went unmedicated, never really knowing that there was another way to be. Some days were better than others, but I lived most of my life in a gray fog, never quite seeing the sun or the world around me.
Tag Archives: Despair
Why I’m Ashamed to Be an American
It’s probably pretty obvious why I’m writing this. In the space of a week, men across the country were given the thumbs-up to rape anyone they want with minimal consequences, a singer with everything going for her was murdered point-blank, and then there was Orlando.
Did It Hurt?
Did I upset you
when I told you how I felt?
Did it hurt
when I spoke my truth?
Did you wonder
where it came from
or why I hadn’t said anything
before?
The wounds of our life
can fade
and even though they scar
they eventually cease to hurt
But this new pain …
New, and yet so old
one you never thought to feel
again
Oh, this pain
for me
will last.
Satis Writes 