writing

I’ve just finished writing my third book. Before I say anything about them I am well aware that they aren’t anything breathtaking or outstanding in any way. What I am proud of though is the way I have managed to do it. It was less than 3 years ago I hadn’t written a word. Had no interest or inclination to do so. Then one day I was particularly struggling with my Bipolar, I picked up a pen and wrote a single word. Embarrassing is the word I wrote. I was embarrassed about myself being controlled by this illness and that I was powerless to do anything. I wrote more words the next time I was in the same situation and soon I was writing down a few sentences or paragraphs. This was the start of my writing journey. I have a blog now and below is a link to the book if you would like to read it.

Remember, you are capable of doing anything you want.

Finished Writing Book Number 3 ✍🏻📖📚
#MightyTogether #MentalHealth

It’s that time of month again. Creative Writing is Creative Thinking. Every last Wednesday of every month, I’ll be reinstating creative thinking but adding Creative Writing is Creative thinking. Let me explain a little more.

The last Wednesday of every month, I am going to post a picture with no words. I would like you to write a sentence of any form you want. You can write poetry, short stories, Diary entries, Journal Entries or letters. I really don’t care but It has to be ONE sentence of your choice.

The purpose of creative writing is creative thinking for members to create something out of nothing. Because a picture is worth a thousand words. So have fun and create. Please no negative comments. Negative comments will be deleted. Please have fun and happy writing. ⬇️ #Writing #stories #Poetry #diaryentries #shortstories

This void hides deep inside,
A battle that still resides,
The struggle, the pain, intertwines,
Threatening to consume, to confine.

Breakdowns come, powerful and grim,
Urges mock, laugh, taunt with a devilish grin,
Forever haunting, undeterred,
Trapped by the void, my screams unheard.

Though my strength is weak,
The fight within, fierce and unique,
Motivation may crumble, my soul may tire,
But deep down, a fire burns, an unyielding desire.

Let the tears flow, but only a few,
But in silence, no one must know the truth,
For I must remain strong, hidden behind the pain,
Put on that happy face, while the pain still remains.

#Poetry #Poem #MentalHealth #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder #Depression #Anxiety #Writing

This void hides deep inside,
A battle that still resides,
The struggle, the pain, intertwines,
Threatening to consume, to confine.

Breakdowns come, powerful and grim,
Urges mock, laugh, taunt with a devilish grin,
Forever haunting, undeterred,
Trapped by the void, my screams unheard.

Though my strength is weak,
The fight within, fierce and unique,
Motivation may crumble, my soul may tire,
But deep down, a fire burns, an unyielding desire.

Let the tears flow, but only a few,
But in silence, no one must the truth,
For I must remain strong, hidden behind the pain,
Put on that happy face, while the pain still remains.

#Poetry #Poem #MentalHealth #Depression #Anxiety #BorderlinePersonalityDisorder ##Writing #TherapyWriting