Hello all you keepers or words, today blog post hits a bit closer to home as it involves dealing with mental health specifically my diagnosis. I have been very open about my bipolar disorder in doing so blogging about something that is so personal it’s hard I’m not going to lie but being on this constant rollercoaster ride trying to seek answers to new questions it’s tough. Through therapy and support I learned some valuable tools that helps when in the mist of an episode.
This blog is based upon my personal perspective and experience dealing with a disorder.
The research of this blog is for informational purpose.
I am not a doctor or a license healthcare worker.
If you are experiencing thoughts of suicide or self harm call 911 immediately.
Autumn leaves are falling stripping the trees bare. There’s a crisp breeze dancing in the air. The smells of pumpkin spice and everything nice is everywhere. You and I sit on the porch welcoming the Autumn dawn. It’s that time of year again when I think of you most. Red, brown and yellow leaves falling around us and you holding me in your arms like a warm blanket on this Autumn day. Squeezing tighter and tighter, I can feel your heartbeat against my back. I can feel your warm breath on my neck, submerged in your embrace knowing that no one will ever love me in this way.
All I can think about is how beautiful you are. Your smile, your laughter, the joy in your voice, your smell, as I breathe you in, this moment is overwhelming like an arrow piercing to the heart as we sit watching the morning sky say “hello”. No words to be exchanged no words needed between us. Just you, me and Autumn morning breeze whispering to the world those three words “I Love You”. Then Winter came and took you away. That bitter cold winter’s day has left me heartbroken crying with little to say. Gray fills my days and dark fills my nights for only in my dreams do I see your light. I am forever trapped in my sadness, living among the living in this coldest of cold space. Gone are the beautiful colors of Autumn. Gone are the beautiful colors of you. All that is left now are gray noise. I’m left here in this empty cold space longing for your embrace. Oh how I miss that Autumn day.
A Mother’s Love is truly unconditional. Remember this one thing to tell the one you love “I LOVE YOU” & show it.
This is for you mom thank you for loving me unconditionally.