Why?

by Tammy Ozolins

Tammy Ozolins

Why me? I often would ask
Why did I have to deal with all this pain in the past
Surgery after surgery, sickness after sickness
it all happened so fast

But now I must deal with a mental disorder that is here to stay
You see Bipolar Disorder just doesn’t go away
Another illness I must deal with
More meds I must take every day

Why me? Have I not gone thru enough?
Now, I must deal with this mental stuff
Going through days of highs and lows can take its toll
But I always … Read more...

Strength means having the courage to ask for help

by Tammy Ozolins

I have four brothers and no sisters. So, as you can imagine I had to be very tough at a young age. This is what I truly pride myself on, my toughness. Well, even though this is a great quality to have, it did have some negative to it. See, everyone expected me to be this tough woman all the time. Well, deep down inside that was not the case all the time.

When I was I high school I was just starting to deal with Bipolar Disorder

I was not medically diagnosed until my mid-twenties. So, … Read more...

Grieving while pregnant

by Barbara Rubel, MA, BCETS, D.A.A.E.T.S.

The doctor held up my newborn and said, “It’s a boy.” A moment later, he held up the second arrival, and announced, “It’s a boy.”  Only a moment passed. My heart filled with anticipation as he held up the third arrival, and proclaimed, “It’s a boy . . . triplets!” I told him that Fred MacMurray would be proud referring to the television sitcom, My Three Sons.

Due to the high-risk level of my pregnancy, I was on bedrest for three weeks in a private room on the maternity ward in a section of … Read more...

My family’s frustration with my mental illness

by Nida Fatima, India

I have fought every day for 10 years. I also had physical trauma previously. So I fight mentally and physically, too.

Since I was born I was treated as if I was ignorant and not mentally ill. I felt the boycott from my community and suffered isolation from my family.

My bipolar disease was diagnosed when I was in a teenager. At that time my father had to handle me and tried to keep negative people from me. Because my father was told by a psychiatrist. I don’t know how I understand things without knowing or … Read more...

We need your emotionally naked stories

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Have you been thinking of sharing your story? Telling yours gives others the courage to share theirs. And telling yours helps you heal, and grow. Stories about recovery, grief from a drug-related loss, or someone who died from mental illness helps break the stigma.

How to share your emotionally naked story? I don’t want it to be a story you have published elsewhere. Here are the guidelines. Let me know if you are ready. And I’ll help edit.

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Out of the evil, dark and painful, our job is to make flowers grow

It is in the little things that we do, that we shape the lives of our children – without realizing the impact. Once done, these actions can never be undone and all we can hope for is that they will find it in their hearts to forgive us – eventually. We pass the stage when “sorry” just doesn’t cut it. They’re angry for they’ve carried the heavy burden of adult sin with them since the age of, in our case, 10.

I used to think that our sequence of events (like a plot in a horror movie) began approximately five … Read more...

P.K. Hill’s Letter of Gratitude

by P.K. Hill

6.9.2020 –If only book acknowledgments could be this long……💜💜

Dear Tara and Branka, and all the survivors who in different ways have helped me stay true on the healing path…

It is difficult to put into words how grateful I am to you. I have spent my entire life searching for a way to become whole and to heal from the violence of childhood sexual abuse and rape which fragmented my soul and messed with my spiritual balance changing the trajectory of my life forever. My childhood, family, and faith were taken from me in the dark … Read more...

Len’s poem

by Len

Sadness, beyond measure,
You will not leave,
My mind is yours to keep,
I loathe the weakness …

Sorrow, aching, and present,
You dwell inside,
My intellect powerless,
I despair over the struggle …

Shame, in losing the fight,
You shred one’s dignity,
My spirit again incarcerated,
I can see the dark …

Suffering, malignant thought,
You defeat and eviscerate,
My life thus made hollow,
I have become something else …

Sanity, once at hand but not,
You beg for certitude,
My body seeks safe harbor,
I find only savage seas …

Note: Len has been writing to Read more...

Mrs. Taylor

by P.K. Hill

Monday, I went to the park and sat on a bench and took photographs of anything that moved and quite a few things that did not move. The day was glorious. Seventy-seven degrees Fahrenheit and not a tinge of my arch enemy, humidity. The sky was as blue as a robin’s egg and dotted with occasional fluffy white clouds and a host of birds; birds that swooped, soared, and skimmed the surface of the ponds catching flies in midair. I needed the break. 

This is a good time to thank the followers of Pk for your support … Read more...

Little Girl

by Donel Raum

the pirate in peter pan

A Little girl stared out the window
And watched the cars pass on her street
Thinkin’ about a bedtime story
Of a girl she longed to meet
And a boy who’d often visit her
And say little one
come take my hand
Come fly with me
And you will see
What its like in Neverland

Wendy can you hear me
Do you see me when I cry
Can you share with me
your happy thoughts
Can you teach me how to fly
Would peter and his lost boys
Help me fight old Captain Hook
Cause I’m tired … Read more...