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It’s not that I want to die
I just want this part to be done—
this non-life,
this brokenness,
this labyrinth
that twists back on the same
pain.
Compared to that, death seems
hopeful.
Artful, Conscious Living with Bipolar Disorder
19 Feb 2013 6 Comments
by Sandy Sue in Art, bipolar disorder, Death, mixed-media art, poetry
Feb 19, 2013 @ 08:11:38
Reblogged this on spinningblackbirds and commented:
Great Read!
Feb 19, 2013 @ 08:12:19
Thanks for writing that. Just, thanks.
Feb 19, 2013 @ 21:56:54
I hear you, Sister. There are days when I wish I could find the “OFF” button so I could push it. But then HOPE finds its way back in… and for that I Am truly Grateful!
I love you.
Feb 20, 2013 @ 09:05:46
It’s hard to wait for it sometimes.
Feb 21, 2013 @ 16:44:42
Don’t give in to that little voice, Sandy. Remember the hopeful in LIFE – the little gifts: the setting sun turning the underside of clouds a beautiful pink, a song you loved and haven’t heard in a while coming on the radio like an unexpected visit from an old friend that perks you right up. There are still those moments, and they can sometimes be enough, can’t they? Just for a little while?
Feb 21, 2013 @ 18:34:15
bless you, peg.