2KVYOT3.L0VETukayote Helianthus v2Walking away from suffering.Walking towards love.With intention.
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Grief used to be the thing I ran from. Now it shows up sharp as a thumbnail scratch, I say hello out loud, and it passes. Grief isn’t terrible. It’s proof I have a real beating heart.
Writing all your lies in the sand with the crash of the Pacific Ocean waves behind it. Filmed earlier this year at Pacific Beach in Ocean Shores.
For years I thought refusing to accept my bipolar made me strong. It was denial, and underneath it was grief I didn’t want to feel. Acceptance isn’t quitting treatment. It’s quitting the fight against what’s permanent, whether that’s a diagnosis or a conflict that’s never going to change. Sometimes no response is a response. Good…
They lied, calling my friends, family, the police, and even my fellow veterans, telling them I’m unsafe, manic, suicidal, and in need of a welfare check. It’s DARVO and unlawful harassment. I’m sober, stable, safe, and in treatment, with three providers who know the truth. It’s been that way for almost three years. I’m off…