Uncategorized – Page 2 – The Musings and Learnings Of A Widowed Bipolar Mum

Camaraderie In Grief

Having Bipolar Disorder, I have spoken already about how I can be cut off from my Grief. As such when Grief comes I am often grateful for the release it gives me and for the fact that it feels I am taking a step forwards in my working through my Grief process. I appreciate feelingsContinue reading “Camaraderie In Grief”

Marrying a Dying Man

Grief ebbs and flows. It never truly disappears. Sometimes I don’t even know that I am under it’s effects. This week I have been paralysed by Anxiety which I put down to a drop in mood which it may be in part but it rose and rose towards the end of the week as IContinue reading “Marrying a Dying Man”

ME TIME-Poem

I must make time for me time, Even if just to write bad rhyme Or my head mutates to a stifled zone, Precipitating collapse With a mad tone. Balance I find hard to achieve it, Engines get revved with the things in my head Caring, social media, Wikipedia, Lost creativity, self activity, into tedium. BlessedContinue reading “ME TIME-Poem”

Announcement

Hello my faithful followers, I just wanted to share that I now have Instagram. Your ongoing support on the blog is much appreciated and invaluable to me but I would really welcome your support on Instagram too if you use it. You will have advance access to poetry before it hits the blog and someContinue reading “Announcement”

Lucky Us-A Love Poem

Your love was whole like creation Giving and nurturing, fun, never taking We had our own nation. Fragranced with energy Love balanced, Imaginative and wise, Sometimes disguised. Sapiosexual I’m told, Enthralled by your mind, Perspicacious and bold. Others clambering behind. Elaborate sexuality, Touch charged with electricity, Gentle, Rough, A perfect duplicity. Your love was whole,Continue reading “Lucky Us-A Love Poem”

A Whoosh Of Unidentified Grief

Laden with Grief, compressing my soul, Restricting movement, squeezing my lungs, A suprising turnout, midst debilitating burnout, I feel I’m coming undone. I wish he would visit and melt it away, I called he said he loved me but he’s too far from gone I need him with me now to pacify my fear. JustContinue reading “A Whoosh Of Unidentified Grief”

Fall From Grace-Vigilance & Honesty In Self Care

Yesterday I posted why I haven’t been writing and why I still can’t write for a bit and it’s all very true. But this morning I woke up and realised how I am neglecting myself somewhat and how putting my writing on hold is part of that. Writing is one of my ‘me’ things andContinue reading “Fall From Grace-Vigilance & Honesty In Self Care”

Note To Followers

Hi Folks, Just a quick update on the silence. I’ve been dealing with my child’s severe Post Viral Fatigue. Made an ambitious decision to do some refurbishment in the middle of it and have also lost my glasses!!! That explains the radio silence. I need to get things together. Take my child to some medicalContinue reading “Note To Followers”

“The Thoughts” A Poem about Bipolar Hypomania to the structure and rhythm pattern of Edgar Allan Poes’ The Bells

Feel the creeping joy of thoughts! Incandescent thought, Here the sense of perfect satisfaction sought, How they rise and rush and crackle, In the day and in the night. Sharing Love, Communication Sublime, Euphoric Nation. Losing time, time, time, In a sort of runic rhyme. Feeling emancipation befitting the talk. From the thoughts, thoughts, thoughts,Continue reading ““The Thoughts” A Poem about Bipolar Hypomania to the structure and rhythm pattern of Edgar Allan Poes’ The Bells”

Has The Lockdown Saved My Mental Health? Are People With A Diagnosed Mental Illness Riding This Out Better Than Those Without?

This lockdown has been incredibly stressful for me. Especially at the beginning. I was preparing to do one anyway and pull my daughter from school as I didn’t think the government was responding quickly enough but a week before the official closure of everything, she caught the Coronavirus. Luckily I was prepared. I wasn’tContinue reading “Has The Lockdown Saved My Mental Health? Are People With A Diagnosed Mental Illness Riding This Out Better Than Those Without?”