I can’t find the words
I can’t begin to sympathise
My tongue is tied
Into a thousand ties
So far beneath the clouds
In this lifetime that has passed me by
I forgot how it felt to be loved
You taught me to try
Falling so fast
Consumed in your allure
I know that my fragile heart
Could find the strength
To love again
If you held my hand
People say dreams can come true
I never believed in them
I never believed until I met you
To my broken smile
You are the cure
My wings out wide
You taught me to fly
I am never afraid
For your eyes are the diamonds
In my pitch black night
Your arms are my home;
Your voice is my lullaby
I could never soar so high
You breathe life into me
I hope you already know
This is our destiny
The beating of my heart,
You are the pressure in my chest
I can’t sleep without you in my eyes
You are the reality at its best.
Within your heart I am young,
I am defenceless.
Words can’t find my tongue,
I am breathless.
Like any relationship, the one between mental illness and ‘self’ has its ups and downs, it has its own balance or sometimes an imbalance, but it takes work.
Sometimes, more work than the ability we have to do so.
I sat on the cold ground of the smoke-filled room.
I can’t see your face but I can hear your whispers. For they scar deep beyond my dreams. To the bone, your broken promises cut my porcelain skin.
This is for you, my love, to the one I haven’t met
To the one who will know me
When I don’t know me yet.
Out there living your life as I am here living mine
One day I shall know you
When our paths cross in time.
Today I know I am broken but this is for you then
For I know you will find me
Even if I don’t know when.
So I am fighting for you now, for when you help me rise above
For the days I can’t love myself
I know I will feel your love.
I shall live without you for now so I am alive for you then
For one day, I know I’ll be ready
To love again.
“We are the only souls to pay to live
A life with no value more than a dime
We are all just ticking down the clock
Earning money that holds no time.”
In the mild lit day of the afternoon, strangers pass me, some stay, but one will never leave.
That is the average time it takes for a mental illness to be diagnosed here in the U.K.
I have battled with anxiety and depression for over a decade, eleven years to be exact, yet I’m still not there at the right diagnosis.
They say I suffer from a depressive disorder, but isn’t that bipolar?
The research suggests that for Bipolar to be diagnosed the first thing that is considered or a symptom, is depression.
I remember telling one of my doctors that well, I’m not going to come and see you just to you I’m feeling good and that was the truth. After all, my doctor wasn’t my therapist.