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About Me

I'm bipolar.

I have many diverse interests by far not limited to the following:
life, death, love, art, design, colors and textures, writing, reading, philosophy, nature, music, and so much more...

I work in arts.

I'm not a writer, and I don't claim to be very good at it, but it is a necessity for me. I write mostly about my feelings and moments in time that had an impact on me. Maybe this has something to do with being bipolar, my emotions can be so strong that they need to come out in every possible way, including through writing. I'm not very consistent with my writing, I mostly write according to my bipolar moods, thus, when I'm manic or when I'm depressed (except when I hit such a deep low that I no longer know how to live, and cannot get myself out of my bed, therefore I certainly cannot get myself to write). So I go through very productive periods, and then long dry periods (when I'm normal), but I try to write daily at least for myself, in my own personal journals. I am now medicated so such "productive period" are much less frequent. This part of my life has been a long battle, one worthwhile strangely enough.

I'm mostly happy now, and I can honestly say that pen, paper, and words have truly helped me hold on to life. Oh, and I like to write things on paper first, it's a special feeling!

So even if my writing isn't all that good, it has a great importance to me, and I hope that you can at least connect with the emotions behind the words.


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Posted 8 Years Ago

The Gift of Friendship
By Helen Steiner Rice

Friendship is a priceless gift
That can't be bought or sold,
But its value is far greater
Than a mountain made of gold.
For gold is cold and lifeless,
It cannot see nor hear,
And in your times of trouble,
It is powerless to cheer.

It has no ears to listen,
No heart to understand.
It cannot bring you comfort
Or reach out a helping hand.

So when you ask God for a gift,
Be thankful that he sends,
Not diamonds, pearls, or riches,
But the love of a real, true friend.