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It took me a while to find that door again. It always does. Then came the usual tea party, me getting killed, and the whole place being sucked away. Right on schedule.
Recently I've been struggling with my eating, and it begs me to question if I can get over it. The answer is probably yes, considering I'm only 18 and on the whole scale of my life this is very...
"Are you happy?" came the question from his therapist. "Is anyone happy?" was the reply he gave.
These few tears that fall. Use to be much more overall. When grades were everything. Nothing else yet to ding. I focused not enough. On emotional stuff. Sent to a therapist. That only made me pissed.
Ok this may relate to a person who suffers with a mental illness and what an daily struggle it can be and I know from first hand how bad it can be Well I suffer from bipolar linked in with it serve...
Show me your life. And I'll tell you mine. The loss of control. The powerlessness. The fight for life. The retreat from the same. The reasons I chose. Show me your world. And I'll draw you mine.
Fill me with your thoughts, Share with me your mind. Let me dig into your personality, And I'll tell you what I find... Just relax on this chez long. And put your mind at ease.
"You'd better get up and talk to your Mother, before she goes to work." I sat up groggily in my warm and crumpled bed. "Why?" I asked in a sullen tone. My Dad stood in the doorway looking pissed off.
Roller coaster waves of the emotional degree. This ride is a strange one I'm sure, for I am buckled in so tight, I couldn't budge an inch if I tried.
Waiting in the room that smells like lemons. My mom is talking to my psychiatrist as I wait in this room. Across from me is a girl with heels, a skirt, and kool-aid.