Anxiety Sucks – we can do this together.

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Have you ever had an anxiety attack? I have. It’s not a pretty sight. At all! If not, well let me try and explain it to you in the best way I can. Have you ever felt like your head is screaming for you to do something but you can’t physically move? You feel sick with worry, your hearts pounding at a thousand miles an hour and your sweating balls. Breathing? What’s that… you can’t catch your breath back at all. It’s like running at the speed of light and trying to recover afterwards. In that split moment, with all that going on. You genuinely feel like your about to die.

That for me is my explanation of what I feel when I have a panic/anxiety attack. It’s nasty and it takes alot out of you. I’ve had times when I can’t even see people. I LOVE going to the…

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Training in Uncertainty

fitness , health , wellness

Debora Mary - Blog

?We are always in transition. If you can just relax with that, you?ll have no problem.? -Chogyam Trungpa

By Leo Babauta

I?ve been training in uncertainty for a few years now.

I realized that the people I coach and teach are just like me: we feel shaky, scared, anxious, uncomfortable when we are faced with massive uncertainty, when the ground is pulled out from under our feet.

This shakiness is the cause of our procrastination, hiding from overwhelming projects, running from discomfort, and putting off exercise, healthy eating, meditation, writing, reading and all the other things we want in our lives.

And so, if we can train in uncertainty, we can get good at life. We no longer need to fear groundlessness.

What does it mean to train in uncertainty?

It means to constantly yank the rug out from under your feet.

When you get comfortable with something, you have…

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Fucking Revenge Thought

Depression, Hope, Love, Pray, Stranger, Thought

Dancing Brain

I just saw you from a distance, actually not seeing, we are connected only through media chat for the last time. All the agony that I poured out at that time really backfired that killed me right now. Impingement of resentment from 3 years waiting without contact really made me like a C4 bomb. You are my light, I swear.

Remember the first time we met after 3 years broken up? You’re still the same, still sick (in good sense). You are my escape, from a insoluble labyrinth of thoughts, from a never-resolved array of puzzles, from a body without a heart. And you never really understood that feeling even though I explained it as clearly as the moon at night.

Some of me think it’s the part of you that I love the most, and some of the things I hate the most. Yes, because I really don’t…

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An Awesome Achievement!!!

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The Bipolar Writer Mental Health Blog

I wanted to share a special achievement for The Bipolar Writer blog.

I was told by WordPress that I have reached 10,000 plus followers. Wow. I never imagined about a year ago that this blog would get to this point. I started this blog to share my experiences with Bipolar One, and talk about my brand–The Bipolar Writer.

I never imagined that this thing that I started would take off. I figured that after a month things would change to a point where I would get bored. This wasn’t my first blog.

I am amazed every day that I get to wake up and know that my blog is making a difference in the mental health community. To all the contributor writers, thank you. For all that are following, thank you. It has been an honor to be sharing my experiences with you. To many more amazing people finding…

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All of the ugly parts of me

ugly, self, self esteem, self confidence, self image, friend, friends, friendship, relationship, relationships

Katey Writes About

Are you ready to see the ugly parts of me?

All the scars that aren’t healed just yet, and the new ones that surfaced,

The cuts and bruises of my present struggles,

The horror stories of my past,

All the flaws and imperfections of this being,

The dark corners of my soul,

The deep labyrinth of my personality,

And the circles of hell in my mind.

***

Are you ready to swim the oceans of my poison?

The bite marks that defined my battles,

The burning acids that I mistook as wine,

The riptide of my emotions,

All the pain that were masked as affection,

And the leash of myself that binded me enslaved.

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For as long as you embrace my brokenness,

And is ready to take the leap,

I will ask you to leave me be,

Unless you’ll want to see all the ugly parts of me.

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Superstar

confidence, courage, self

Grin and Bare It

Poem pun bear / bare, life, mortality

Underneath the Fro

I can’t be free

No use to try and save

I’m chained to the life

Of grin and bare it

Upward cheek imprints

On the other side of ignorant

My legs raw bone

Weak and stagnant

My better half be over lo!

My feet become cemented

I aimed to be

The human anomaly

The black sheep

Of wiser men

But my larynx vocal folds repeat

Tape recorder conversations

I hate to see

My staggered dreams

Be exactly that

And stay that way

Until I kiss the bottom of

Limestone gravel

Sand and concrete

Blue blood obsolete

Not too discrete

But still hid it all

Like money in a mattress

Five hundred

Come up

Worthless

Shallow river bottom reverie

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