Keith is a favourite blogger of mine. He tells it like it is and this post is no exception. I love Andra Day's song and Keith's take on its meaning is spot on. I highly recommend it to all women and men alike. Lydia!
Reblog – The visit-2
I felt the need to share this because I lived through a similar experience and because sometimes knowing the bad that happens to others can save us.
I want to applaud you, Lynn, for your courage getting through that and for sharing it here.
Lydia!
This is the story of when he was last here (May 2015). I will write what I am able to here and there. This visit was followed by starting a blog and meeting all of you wonderful, supportive friends. It also started a wave of anxiety and panic that I have been trying to recover from for the past year. Thank you for your support and caring!
The visit part 2
Flying down the hall felt surreal, a swift reminder of why I had made few attempts at standing tall, holding dearly to the parts of me that still remained. Years spent groveling, kowtowing and doing whatever was needed to keep this turbulent storm under control had now spiraled into an unstoppable rage.
My cheek had narrowly missed clipping the bedroom door as I tripped and stumbled aimlessly down the hall. His hand grabbed my shirt again and forcefully threw…
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Reblog of a Guest Post: Love in a Bipolar World by Rebecca
This is a great read. Rebecca tells it like it is for a person with bipolar to find true happiness and the love of their life! Please give it a read.
This is a guest post by Rebecca Lombardo for “It’s Not Your Journey” featured on “The Bipolar Bandit’s” blog.
Lydia!
When you find that special person that you know you want to spend the rest of your life with, you have to consider a lot of factors. If you are bipolar, the list of considerations changes quite a bit. Should you tell that person up front? Will it scare them away? What if you don’t tell them, and you experience depression, anxiety, even mania?
I know in my situation, I met a couple of guys before I met my husband, and I was always brutally honest. I never kept my condition from anyone. I was sure to make it clear that there was nothing easy about my situation, and there would be ups and downs. If the discussion ever warranted, I also made sure that they knew that kids were not in my future.
Some seemed to think they could handle it, but truthfully couldn’t. The first time my depression…
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