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Our Backgrounds before we met... I'm an only child born in Montana in 1983, from a divided home. Parents divorced at seven, Mom was unstable and unfaithful. Dad obtained custody of me and we moved to Oregon Coast to live with my Grandma. I had unhealthy visits and relationship with Mom thereafter. My Grandma died at 12 and at 13 my Dad remarried an alcoholic woman, I had a strained relationship with them until adulthood when she stopped drinking. I had exposure to trauma; alcoholism, mental illness, verbal abuse and juvenile troubles. I rebelled by using drugs in my late teens and early twenties, I lived on my own for a few years after high school but had little direction. My bride is the eldest with two little brothers, parents stayed in same area of Portland during childhood with lots of family support and her parents stayed married. They had Christian values but some anger and anxiety issues at home. She was sexually assaulted at 17 and never had good closure with this. She told me her parents didn't provide her enough help with things like this growing up. Status quo was the backbone of the family dynamic, challenging emotions were discouraged. She rebelled by being reckless with herself, financially and sexually. She decided to join the Navy at 19. She lived alone briefly, but mostly with Grandparents & Parents before our marriage. I loved how we both grew up reading Archie comics. No other girl I had ever met had that in common with me. I think we wanted a surreal life like the one in Riverdale. 2002 She and I were 19 when we first met in my home town on the coast at an arcade. We became friends and secretly liked each other. I was too nervous to ever make a move on her. We traveled together, she stayed with me, we used drugs together and drank at times. One night she drank too much and had *** with a guy I knew at a party. I was devastated by this. She was Navy bound and I didn't see a real future for us. The next morning she left and I didn't talk to her again for two years. I figured she would be gone with the Navy soon and that she must not have been interested in a relationship with me despite the time we spent together. 2003 I was depressed about this rejection. I dated an older woman who was interested in me but was no substitute. I eventually moved to the Portland area to work and live. I still had few plans and was lonely, in or out of the few brief relationships I attempted. I never found someone that I felt safe with or had a true connection, let alone true love. She ended up not following through with the Navy and continued working her way up in her job at the call center. She attended community college and dated a few guys. She dated one guy for a couple of years who was not a good match for her but stayed with him off and on despite issues. His family was wealthy and treated her well. He slept around on her as did she. At one point he gave her an STD. She also had an ongoing affair with a married man in the military that she went to high school with. He had a child and a wife with mental health issues. She was still hurting a lot at times and not always doing well. 2004 She reached out to me via email after two years of no contact. We emailed back and forth a couple times over the next few months. We talked about meeting up. We spoke on the phone and eventually met up in Portland. We had an amazing night getting to know each other again and work past the confusion of our earlier days of friendship. I realized that she did in fact like me before but since I was timid and trying to be proper and take things slowly she didn't understand my motives. She apologized for her actions at the party as well. She claimed she was in a really messed up place and was making bad choices at that time. Getting our feelings out in the open was good and she appreciated my attitude towards being slow to make moves on her when we first met. I was worried about falling for her based on our history but eventually I was determined to give it a shot. We soon after starting dating and being intimate. Our love was extremely powerful and beyond all others we had both experienced. She broke ties with other suitors and shortly after we talked about marriage and started planning a wedding for the next year. I remember when we first held hands. We were so shakey and she was quivering on my couch as I had my arm around her. We felt so safe with each other. We could finally be ourselves and do what our hearts desired. We knew we were on to something new and so amazing. We were so patient with each other as we navigated our new love and emotional thresholds. I remember when we saw Matisyahu in concert together. That was a once in a lifetime experience and a life-changing moment for us. I feel it set the tone for things to come in our future. I remember how creative my proposal to her was, in the Arcade where we first met. I hid the ring in a prize container from one of those claw machines. Pretending I got the ring from inside by reaching into the machine on one knee I was so nervous and wasn't sure if I could pull it off before she caught on. She looked so shocked and surprised. I was so excited she said yes! We took pictures in the photo machine and had burgers afterwards, I'd do all of it all over again just to see her face in that moment. 2005 We found an apartment for us in Portland. I moved in while she was still living back with her parents until the wedding. She had to change her number because the married man she was previously involved with kept calling her about changing her mind about marriage and continuing their relationship. She was offered a job in Denver and we decided to move away together after our sandy wedding in Cannon Beach. I still had a very hard time and was embarrassed with my past history with her. Many of my friends knew what had happened at 19 and how much it hurt me but I was so crazy about her I think I tried to pretend it didn't happen or that it was not a big deal because we were younger. We got married and moved to Colorado soon after. We made friends at a church, I became more active as a Christian and really loved being married. We were very involved in keeping spirituality in our marriage. I began to notice her poor financial decisions and practices more. This caused conflict but we always tried to communicate and work on things. I remember when we went down to my folks for New Year's in 2005. We sipped tea in my Datsun as we drove to the coast over the snowy mountain pass. We told them of our engagement. We were all so blissful and excited. We never knew what was to come. We didn't even know about the opportunity in Denver yet. Our story is amazing! I remember when I wanted to go see her in Portland and the roads were iced over. I left my car at a park and ride before I caused a wreck. I took the light rail across town then rode a bus to the Eastside shopping mall. The bus to her house was not running because it wasn't safe so I walked the rest of the 4 Miles sometimes having to crawl on my hands and knees to make it up hills in the ice and then I finally made it only to just spend a couple hours with her and fall asleep on her parents couch. Her Dad drove us back the next morning to my car so I could get to work. It was all worth it just to see her for that little extra time. I would have done anything for her. I remember when she was interviewing for the new position in Denver? I drove all over Portland trying to find little toy cars to help with her illustration about how a team is like a car having all four wheels and how they work together to accomplish a goal. I was so proud of her for giving it her all and succeeding at earning that position. Now that I think of it, that car analogy applies to our family and us. We all need each other to be better and keep on track and be a team. I am so motivated by that and our boys. I lose my way without that and I want to be her reflection and motivation as she has been that for me. I truly thought we brought out the best in each other when we were together. I remember when we were given tickets to see Fiona Apple. That was so spontaneous and a great way to kick off our time in Denver together. We always used to watch our same movies over and over again. Like the Friends DVDs and White Christmas every winter break and The Wedding Singer. We walked everywhere and lived simply. "I wanna be the guy, who grows old with you" I remember in our first Denver apartment when we took baths together in our claw foot tub in the big bathroom. We put a board over the top and played cards. I liked playing Uno with her in bed too. She was so funny being slightly color blind and in the dark, mixing up the greens and blues. We played Uno in Breckenridge too at that cool bed and breakfast in the fall. 2006 We had continued fun and adventure in our new home of Denver. She was doing well as a trainer for the bank and I started working in health foods. We went camping in New Mexico a couple times with friends and we both took individual trips to Oregon as well as one together for her uncle's wedding. We had marital spats on occasion but always bounced back. The issues we had seemed like part of a normal marriage and were far better than what I had grown up around. I realized that marriage was a lot of work but I was up for the task. She occasionally became aggressive throwing things at me or breaking things during conflict.  I believed I was the problem and tried to change for her in many ways. With two incomes we still had trouble making our bills at times. She had debts that I never knew about that started to catch up with us but I took care of getting them settled and we paid off her car and traded it for an older Volvo Wagon that we both loved, I even had it repainted her favorite color for a birthday gift. Overall things seemed like they were progressing in a positive way. I remember when we saw Midnight in concert in Boulder. That was the peak of our hippy days. We were alive with pleasure in our healthy vegetarian diets and practices living in a time and place like no other. I want to be like that again. Reggae was our music. We had much in common. 2007 We really fell into our roles in our marriage and the community; church and culture, friends etc. Things seemed very balanced and appropriate for us at that time and that age (24-25). We had separate bank accounts and jobs. I had money in savings. We started the process of buying a house so we could invest in something. She became pregnant shortly after. I embraced the challenge with positive energy but we were both in for a big change. We started having more fights. I didn't have many friends and would write to old friends via social media just so I could to catch up and tell them things were going great with being married to make myself feel better than I actually did. She hated the dawn of social media and also felt isolated I'm sure. She felt I should be doing more for her and I didn't know how to do what she needed but I failed to ask a lot of the time. After one argument, she left the house. My instinct told me to look at *********** and ********** as a retaliation. I had not done this much once we were married because she always met my needs but when things were difficult between us I felt more emotionally isolated. She walked in and realized what I had been doing. She was very upset, and because she was pregnant, thought I was not attracted to her. The truth is I found her even more beautiful and in fact when I looked at *********** I tried to look at women I found less attractive than her so that I feel good about what I have. I mostly fantasized about how these women were more submissive and loving than her. That is the part I needed to feel good about and feel better about myself with because I felt very dominated and controlled. She has never forgiven me for this and I will never stop feeling sorry to her for my brokenness. During one particular argument that year she was getting close to being violent towards me again and I pushed her away on the chest with my fingertips. She got very mad and said I hurt her. I immediately felt terrible and apologized. I never let something like that happen again. I have always avoided violence towards others especially women and of course her. I was defenseless against physical and emotional abuse. 2008 Our eldest son was born at the beginning of the year, it was a traumatic birth for everyone. We wanted a natural birth with a midwife but we were transferred to a hospital and she ended up having an emergency C-section, nothing went as planned. We had a really hard time coping with the emotions of this experience. A lot of buried feelings and trauma from both of us started coming out. We moved a month later into our new home outside of town. No more walking or biking to places, we had to drive everywhere. This house was next to our friends from church. We thought this would make us feel less isolated but we didn’t really have the community with them that we had hoped for. They were upset that they didn't have a child of their own yet and being around us might have been hard for them. My wife stopped working and stayed home with our son. All these changes made for a very difficult time. I did my best to support them but this was the first time we shared a bank account and needed to follow a budget more than ever before. We had no debt at the beginning of the year with money in savings but then the hospital bills put us down about $7,000 and rising with new home and moving expenses and baby needs. My job could barely keep up. She and I had a hard time adjusting. We could not afford to travel home to Oregon and visit family as much and we felt more and more isolated. She started showing me more signs of instability, locking herself in the bathroom with kitchen knives and scraping her legs which continued off and on for years to come. Talks of divorce and suicide threats seemed to happen more than before. I felt responsible and tried to fix her ever changing issues with me. I remember when herr ******* were full and swollen with milk. It is so beautiful the way she could feed our babies. I wanted her in every way, our bodies belonged to each other. I was there for her and our shared pleasure. I loved it when she told me that she was mine in the heat of passion. This spark could only be a bandage for so long but I didn't know that yet. 2009 I tried to promote within my company but was not selected, they were cutting budgets and employment all around me. I felt worried about our future. I had always thought the military might be a good opportunity and could move us closer to family back home. My father-in-law encouraged me to look into the Coast Guard. I felt this would be a good way to get moved closer to Oregon.  I ended up joining the Navy because we found out we were pregnant again with our second son and that was the only way I could join a military branch. She worked off and on as a nanny and later in the year at a coffee house working nights. We barely spent time together and when we did it was a lot of hard conversations or arguments about finances with making up intimately in the middle of the night between times of caring for the baby. She once scratched my neck with her fingernails during an argument. People I worked with noticed. It was a hard time and we knew change was on the horizon with jobs and moving. We did visit Oregon that summer though and had a great vacation at the beach with a borrowed 4x4 and staying at a hotel and picnicking out of a cooler as well as going to her brothers wedding. I was 26 and about to join the Navy to provide better for my family at all costs sacrificing myself for their benefit because I would have rather died than look like I didn't try my best for them. I remember when our babies would kick and move around inside her belly. I loved laying by her and feeling her tummy. I would hum to the baby and hear them move and squirm. I loved giving our boys baths when they were babies too. We had our little bundles of our love, wrapped in a towel in our hands, so tiny and vulnerable. I miss those days and want to remember them with her, aside from this state of melancholy. 2010 The Navy recruiters would only take me if we rented out our home and had her stay with family during boot camp and training. We moved to a furnished apartment in Denver and put our things in storage. She was 5 months pregnant and our eldest was two. I shortly after was let go from my job. Our second son was born in April. I got a contract with the Navy at the last minute but didn't leave until August. We sold our beloved vehicles and lived off retirement funds for six months and moved down to Florida where her parents had just moved out of the blue for work, to stay with them until I left for boot camp. I applied for temporary work in Florida at a dozen places but had no luck in my three months there. I took care of our eldest a lot while she took care of the new baby. Being in Florida was a culture shock for us but we had our moments of romance and made the best of it. Eventually I left for boot camp in August. It was really hard and sad to be gone. She stayed in Florida and came to visit me with the baby at boot camp graduation in October. I then went to Connecticut for five months of training. It was also hard but at least I could call home every day and be in the same time zone. I visited Florida during the winter break and saw my boys and her. We went to Disney world and had a great time on her parents. We also made a romantic home movie I could enjoy while away from her. I flew back to Connecticut and tried to make the best of things. My roommate was very abusive of substances and I resisted the temptation for a long time but the threat of being submarine service bound and missing my family pushed me to drinking every weekend and getting messed up to escape before I left. I remember when we drove to Key Largo, Florida and stopped at a crazy bird wildlife center. I remember our oldest was so amazed hearing a bird say hello back to us. It was so foreign and fun there. I am glad we all shared that experience together. I remember our trip to the citrus grove in Florida. That was such a great day for our family. I always look back on that with really fond sentiment. I felt like I was in a beautiful family music video with them. 2011 I finished Submarine Training and got orders back to the Northwest. The plan was all coming together. I arrived first and bought a car and got our items moved from storage in Denver to our townhouse rental in Washington. She and the boys joined me a month later. I didn't report to my Sub for another month as they were at sea. She became pregnant again with our third son right after arriving. We had just bought a small car and were not planning on another child. Towards the end of the year I was working a lot and having a really hard time, being bullied and treated poorly at work plus our financial situation was still very difficult. Adjusting to the military was hard among younger men being 28. I dreaded each day in that environment but I tried to endure it for my family. I went to sea for a couple months at the end of the year stopping in Hawaii and California. During this time She reached out to her ex married affair partner after six years of no contact. She didn't tell me until later. She said she needed closure with him, we were not in counseling yet but she decided this was appropriate. I flew home early from sea and wanted to surprise her. The stress and trauma of this quick transition home after being to sea for the first time (which was also traumatic) made me want to drink and get messed up before flying. I arrived home and surprised her but I seemed off to her which I was but didn’t explain why, I have never done that since. I got to be home for two months almost work free while we celebrated the holidays and prepared for the new baby to be born. She started getting more involved with a church and building a community for us which was great. Our financial struggles almost led us to foreclosure of our home back in Colorado but by the grace of God we got it sold with a short sale just in time. I remember when I came back from Hawaii and brought her a beaded necklace and she wore it naked with her big beautiful pregnant goddess belly and we made passionate hippy love together. I want to grow out my beard again and spend my life making hippy love and feeling free again. 2012 Our third son was born in January. It was a very positive birth experience and much less stressful than the other two. Shortly after I flew out to finish the other half of the deployment I had missed. I really focused on being positive and spiritually connected by reading my Bible at sea which was helpful. I called her when I arrived in Japan halfway through being gone. She was upset because she tested positive for an STD while trying to get on birth control. I became suspicious of her yet she was suspicious of me. We both got tested again and I was clean, she told me she had a false positive after all. This put a big strain on our trust, especially being so far away. This forced us to be honest with each other about some things such as her contact with her ex lover and my drinking to cope. We were both very upset until I returned home and we could start some counseling to work through things. Forgiveness seemed to be difficult for us. It brought up hurts of the past when we were 19. She also had severe postpartum depression that became worse after each birth. I was still having a hard time with work and the submarine environment. Our church friends tried to counsel us but it was not the most helpful. My submarine was scheduled for extended repairs and not going to sea for three years, I would be transferred before the end of that period. I used this time to bond with her and my boys. I wanted to get better involved in our community and do volunteer work and side jobs to earn extra money. Our boys were all given diagnosis's for autism which begun to fill our lives with appointments and challenges for years to come but we were a good team in dealing with all of it. It gave us something to work together on but took our focus away from working on our own personal issues and relationship with each other as much as we should have. 2013 We had new years with both sides of our family in a snowy mountain setting in Oregon. It looked like it was going to be a great year until her Grandpa passed away suddenly. It ripped our entire family apart but especially her. He kept the family grounded and she was very close to him, he really loved all of us. She and I started going on dates again because we had Navy sponsored child care. It was the beginning of a really good thing for us. Tragically one night after a date we were dancing with the boys on the patio and I tried to pick her up and I lost my balance and fell on her, breaking her collar bone severely. She needed surgery and was very mad at me for years to come. She has a scar, a metal plate and numbness in her chest. We worked through it with our community from church but she still is very mad at me. I feel more terrible about this incident than she could ever know. I would lose a finger in place of that incident if I could. I continued having a really hard time in the Navy and I didn't want to stay in but She insisted our boys needed care only the Navy could offer. She also said she would divorce me if I ever left the Navy. I took this threat seriously even though she assured me later that she would never actually do that. Against my own convictions I reenlisted because I wanted to do the best thing for my family. We moved into base housing at the end of summer and didn’t go out to do things as much anymore. The house was nice but it ****** us in, we also had less community with people around our home. I started volunteering at church more and doing work with special needs people. I felt like I was doing good things and that I had purpose all around. I think she appreciated this about me. 2014 We started seeing a professional counselor together and individually. It became a regular event. I worked on myself and she worked on herself. I had a lot of issues with my Mom and eventually broke off communication with her for my own well-being and the betterment of my family. I got past a lot of the bad feelings I had. She worked on her traumatic experiences and our relationship dynamics. Just when things were going well I got a new boss who made things hard for me and others at work and I started messing up more. I got in trouble for messing up a job at work and was given strike one on my record. She lost respect for me as a provider but I tried to stay strong showing her that I would continue to do my best. I remember when we had an appointment in Tacoma and we had a brunch date together afterwards. She looked so beautiful that day, I took her picture and was so proud to enjoy  huevos rancheros and momosas with her. I remember going to the Tacoma Art Museum seeing the Georgia O’Keefe exhibit, we have a great time together doing new things and feeding each other's interests. I loved laughing with her too, sometimes we just bust up like nobody's around. I loved the sound of her laughter. I loved watching Portlandia with her, it is so funny to remember the funny place where we became close and be able to relate together. 2015 I kept working hard and being involved with family and appointments for my boys and her. I still maintained my volunteer work and part time side jobs. I got strike two with the Navy for messing up again... I had just gained orders to leave the sub for local shore duty. I could not get out of the extended repair situation soon enough. She was very disappointed in me and not so understanding. I worked through this situation with our counselor as did she. He always told her I am a good man and that I do a lot for her and the boys. It's true, I care more than anything about them, I made mistakes and I feel bad especially when I cause my family stress. I left for shore duty in April. It was a hard time adjusting to the new routine but eventually we seemed to make it work. That summer we took a trip to visit Texas where her parents had just moved from Florida. We spent a great night together for our 10th anniversary in a hotel in Texas and went dancing. We had a lot more time together as my work schedule was less. The more people we had in our home working with our kids on issues the less useful my input seemed. I was not included as much in making family decisions because they all seemed to happen while I was at work, despite my objections. We tried to get our budget under control but she still had anxiety discussing spending. She continued to struggle with depression and was put on medication because she had still been harming herself. She was put on Prozac daily and anti anxiety medication as needed. He family members were not very supportive of medication which upset her but I always tried to be supportive in seeking help and continued care for both of us. 2016 We had a busy routine of kids in school now and home school and preschool and appointments for all of us. She wanted to go to church less and less. I started drinking a couple beers at night almost every day. I tried to mask my stress from her mood swings. She decided not to go to church at all anymore and focused teaching the boys about Jewish traditions exclusively which was hard for me to adjust to and confusing for the boys. I loved her and wanted to be supportive. As usual I was submissive and removed myself from the Christian church and some friendships. I feel like we lost our community at that point. We searched for a good place to have a new community with Jewish people but it was like starting over. I felt like I converted to Christianity for her when we got together and now I had to convert again, either way I would have done it for her because I loved her that much. The kids were confused by this change. After trying and failing at many synagogues we finally found one that seemed right for us. 2017 We finally had some money in savings because I kept it a secret and ended up planning a trip to visit her parents in Texas but it fell through due to lack of military flights. Instead we spent three nights away in a nice hotel resort as a family in February. We had three days of pure family time. Playing Battleship and other games in our room as a family, watching movies and eating at all the different restaurants and getting room service. Going swimming everyday in the foggy pool. I love our family and how we can have a great time together doing nothing but at the same time so much. That was so peaceful and relaxing. I wanted to keep doing things like that together as a family before our boys got too old. Shortly after this vacation she wanted to go back to school, then we bought a third vehicle so she could. Shortly after this she changed her mind about school and wanted to buy another house instead. I went along with it to please her and we practically killed ourselves trying to get the move accomplished with not much help or money. We had a good year over all. We got away for a romantic anniversary together in the summer. Just before the boys were going to start public school in the fall, her parents moved back to the area. She had anxiety with this and cut off contact with her parents and brothers for a while. Her Dad called me very upset and I tried to keep the peace until they reconciled. I was doing better with work and made up for lost progress as well as making arrangements to change jobs in the Navy to something more fitting. Since the boys started public school, I planned on leaving for Navy training in my new position after the beginning of the new year when they would be at a more settled place in their routine. I remember when we went to the Olympic Club for our anniversary and we stayed there for a night away. We drove the long way through the countryside talking about new music that she wanted to share with me and she made notes of it on my phone notepad. We brought our own cooler and picnic that included Session Lagers and chocolate. We checked in to our room and made noisy bohemian love on the edge of the creaky bed in our small European room inches from the door. Then we went to the theater downstairs and watched the late showing of a really interesting Sci-fi movie "Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets". We took showers and slept sweetly together. We made love again in the morning before we had a delicious brunch outside on the patio. We took the long way home and drove around on new roads and found our way out of cell phone reception. We figured out the road less traveled to get back to our home. We loved being alone and away together, just one night can make such a difference and mean so much. I remember going to the Forest Theater to see Tarzan with our boys. That was such a great time. I would love to get our boys into theater and go see them someday. I wanted to keep our dreams and goals together alive and not lose opportunity and fall short by losing our partnership. I loved going camping in Seabeck. Loading the truck with all our gear and getting away. Archer got sick from the cowboy caviar and I had to clean him and the tent up in the night. I was glad we had each other to be a team in our marriage in that situation as with all the other times. These sorts of things are what escape a person's mind when they are determined to get a divorce. 2018 We had a lot less money than the year before, again buying a house took its toll on finances as did the boys school and after school activities. I stayed very involved taking the boys to appointments and sporting practices. We stopped going to synagogue but tried to practice Judaism at home as much as possible, which I was very supportive of and involved with. She was still depressed and talking about suicide at times. I encouraged her to get help as I always had. Eventually she was diagnosed as Bipolar 2 and manic depressive by a new provider. She started taking new medicine for this and was worried I would want to leave her. I assured her I would never leave her and that I always wanted to work on things with her and help her. I left for training in Mississippi February 8th. It was going to be hard but I thought it might be good to have some time apart from each other to miss one another and reflect on things as well as prepare for times when I would be away at sea. I got in trouble in Mississippi for giving junior personnel a ride and being negligent of people who might be underage and possibly drinking, this became strike three. I never thought this could happen. I became recommend for separation from the Navy shortly after and was stuck in Mississippi for six months instead of six weeks. She was supportive through most of it but seemed to fall into hopelessness. Money was spent by her that we didn't have without discussion. She quietly leased appliances and tires and purchased a vehicle as well as having a secret bank account and email address. I discovered through our insurance company that she wanted to leave our policy for divorce. I didn't know this and she had even told the boys she wanted a divorce before I even knew. I was caught off guard and confused. I kept trying to communicate and reason with her but she didn't want to talk. I refused to give up and wrote emails and a letter but it only seemed to push her away further. By the time I left Mississippi she had filed for divorce and a restraining order against me saying I was unstable and a threat. I couldn't return to my home. My whole life fell apart in just a couple months. I found out she had been talking to other men in the Navy and keeping more secrets. I assumed this was her way of taking control during a difficult situation. I really needed her support during this hard time of transition out of the military. I became homeless, jobless and without my family in a month. I prayed to God that given time things might change between us but it was of no use. Bipolar had consumed whatever was left of my bride and there was no turning back. I felt that our love was not one to be cast away. Other people might not understand or agree but what we had was truly special. We may have surely needed some time and space to get counseling as well as reconfigure and repair our marriage but I didn't feel like our relationship was irretrievably broken. She was so important to me and I thought she was the love of my life and would always have my heart. I wanted to be her partner in love and life, watching our boys grow up and being there to support each other. Being that she is Bipolar I knew she will need a lot of help and I was more than willing to assist her in making sure she was taking care of herself and not throwing herself into harm's way, ensuring she sticks with a plan we agree to for consistency. I cared about her deeply and had much compassion for her. I didn't believe she was thinking this through or thinking about the future. I really wanted to look at the long and short game with her, neither seemed appealing to me if we progressed but here we are. Things are not going to be easier. She will still have to face her problems and deal with me on a regular basis for the rest of our lives no matter what happens. She can believe her lawyer when they promise she'll get the moon and stars out of this in the end but they only see half of the story. Above all they want our money. It would have been good for her to face me in person and tell me she wanted to divorce and we could have started talking about it with a counselor to figure out how that could even work. Instead she chose to avoid as much responsibility for her actions as possible by doing everything in my absence as if I am not a real person. I had to find out about it from our insurance company and was last to know. Immediately after I hear the word divorce I looked into her cell usage history and find she has a new military boyfriend that she talks to 20-30 times a day. She felt she owed me no explanation for this and it was none of my business. A mature person would have let me know about this months before and I would have seen it coming but there was no sign until it was seemingly too late. She strayed down a dark path and never turned back. Her proposed parenting plan was cruel and had no thought put into it. Two hours a week with supervision, no holidays but father's day? She said she’s not trying to keep me from the kids but this is the exact opposite of what she’s saying with the paperwork she filed. She seems very mixed up and still you continues to make rash and sudden choices. Like a completely bogus restraining order against me that contradicts so many facts she has stated herself on record during my Navy retention process. She was so bold as to want to change her identity and even put it in ink on the divorce paperwork as well to a whole new name. That is not the actions of a stable person. She has since changed her mind again on that just as quickly as everything else in her recent life choices. I can't trust that any decisions she is making right now are for the right reasons or that she is of sound mind. I have never seen her so conflicted and confused, grasping at straws and running scared from herself. Using the legal system so carelessly and going back and forth makes me feel like she is not ready to be making big choices and changes for her and our family. It is very unfair that she can’t consider my feelings on things and what I wish for the boys as well. Very reckless behavior. She can’t anticipate that the day would come where she has to face me and talk to me like an adult. She wants to hide behind the legal system which only leaves much to be unresolved. Ghosting me is not really an option in a marriage of 13 years with children. Having relationship conversations is too difficult for her at this time and she would rather avoid it and skip to divorce because she thinks that will somehow be easier. I suspect she knows she is making poor choices, possibly out of fear and lust for something new and less painful than the reality of things right now. Our marriage was nowhere close to divorce when I left. She was sad to see me leave and woke with me at 3:30 am to say goodbye, making me coffee and cookies for me to take with. Our community and accountability seems to be gone due to the continued trend of isolation that she is drawn to. The God fearing loving committed wife I thought I had is gone or trapped inside a terrified shell of herself. She cut me off from her family members and I can't discuss my concerns about her with them either. She only seems to have community with those who are not going to discourage her from these destructive choices. I understand we have had issues and struggles but we are no worse off than other couples during challenging times. I think that because we loved each other so much it just hurt more when things got hard. I can't accept or believe this is justified or the right choice based on the positive trend we were on before I left. This was the longest break we have ever had from each other and I think she just needed someone to be there more for her, no matter who it was. Time can heal all wounds and I hope that is true for our relationship as co-parents. She still refuses to tell me about why she wanted a divorce or talk about anything beyond caring for the kids. I have fought the restraining and I can see my boys again but I am still not allowed to my home without her permission. I have risen from the ashes in just a couple months. I rent a room from a nice couple from our old church and obtained a good paying job while I continue paying the household bills. This is a really hard time, this difficult spell could have been a tool to better our relationship. I wanted to experience more beautiful memories with her. We had so many more beautiful memories and dreams left to create. This is what marriage looks like to me now as I lower the casket.
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
The love and slow death of a marriage...
Our Backgrounds before we met... I'm an only child born in Montana in 1983, from a divided home. Parents divorced at seven, Mom was unstable and unfaithful. Dad obtained custody of me and we moved to Oregon Coast to live with my Grandma. I had unhealthy visits and relationship with Mom thereafter. My Grandma died at 12 and at 13 my Dad remarried an alcoholic woman, I had a strained relationship with them until adulthood when she stopped drinking. I had exposure to trauma; alcoholism, mental illness, verbal abuse and juvenile troubles. I rebelled by using drugs in my late teens and early twenties, I lived on my own for a few years after high school but had little direction. My bride is the eldest with two little brothers, parents stayed in same area of Portland during childhood with lots of family support and her parents stayed married. They had Christian values but some anger and anxiety issues at home. She was sexually assaulted at 17 and never had good closure with this. She told me her parents didn't provide her enough help with things like this growing up. Status quo was the backbone of the family dynamic, challenging emotions were discouraged. She rebelled by being reckless with herself, financially and sexually. She decided to join the Navy at 19. She lived alone briefly, but mostly with Grandparents & Parents before our marriage. I loved how we both grew up reading Archie comics. No other girl I had ever met had that in common with me. I think we wanted a surreal life like the one in Riverdale. 2002 She and I were 19 when we first met in my home town on the coast at an arcade. We became friends and secretly liked each other. I was too nervous to ever make a move on her. We traveled together, she stayed with me, we used drugs together and drank at times. One night she drank too much and had *** with a guy I knew at a party. I was devastated by this. She was Navy bound and I didn't see a real future for us. The next morning she left and I didn't talk to her again for two years. I figured she would be gone with the Navy soon and that she must not have been interested in a relationship with me despite the time we spent together. 2003 I was depressed about this rejection. I dated an older woman who was interested in me but was no substitute. I eventually moved to the Portland area to work and live. I still had few plans and was lonely, in or out of the few brief relationships I attempted. I never found someone that I felt safe with or had a true connection, let alone true love. She ended up not following through with the Navy and continued working her way up in her job at the call center. She attended community college and dated a few guys. She dated one guy for a couple of years who was not a good match for her but stayed with him off and on despite issues. His family was wealthy and treated her well. He slept around on her as did she. At one point he gave her an STD. She also had an ongoing affair with a married man in the military that she went to high school with. He had a child and a wife with mental health issues. She was still hurting a lot at times and not always doing well. 2004 She reached out to me via email after two years of no contact. We emailed back and forth a couple times over the next few months. We talked about meeting up. We spoke on the phone and eventually met up in Portland. We had an amazing night getting to know each other again and work past the confusion of our earlier days of friendship. I realized that she did in fact like me before but since I was timid and trying to be proper and take things slowly she didn't understand my motives. She apologized for her actions at the party as well. She claimed she was in a really messed up place and was making bad choices at that time. Getting our feelings out in the open was good and she appreciated my attitude towards being slow to make moves on her when we first met. I was worried about falling for her based on our history but eventually I was determined to give it a shot. We soon after starting dating and being intimate. Our love was extremely powerful and beyond all others we had both experienced. She broke ties with other suitors and shortly after we talked about marriage and started planning a wedding for the next year. I remember when we first held hands. We were so shakey and she was quivering on my couch as I had my arm around her. We felt so safe with each other. We could finally be ourselves and do what our hearts desired. We knew we were on to something new and so amazing. We were so patient with each other as we navigated our new love and emotional thresholds. I remember when we saw Matisyahu in concert together. That was a once in a lifetime experience and a life-changing moment for us. I feel it set the tone for things to come in our future. I remember how creative my proposal to her was, in the Arcade where we first met. I hid the ring in a prize container from one of those claw machines. Pretending I got the ring from inside by reaching into the machine on one knee I was so nervous and wasn't sure if I could pull it off before she caught on. She looked so shocked and surprised. I was so excited she said yes! We took pictures in the photo machine and had burgers afterwards, I'd do all of it all over again just to see her face in that moment. 2005 We found an apartment for us in Portland. I moved in while she was still living back with her parents until the wedding. She had to change her number because the married man she was previously involved with kept calling her about changing her mind about marriage and continuing their relationship. She was offered a job in Denver and we decided to move away together after our sandy wedding in Cannon Beach. I still had a very hard time and was embarrassed with my past history with her. Many of my friends knew what had happened at 19 and how much it hurt me but I was so crazy about her I think I tried to pretend it didn't happen or that it was not a big deal because we were younger. We got married and moved to Colorado soon after. We made friends at a church, I became more active as a Christian and really loved being married. We were very involved in keeping spirituality in our marriage. I began to notice her poor financial decisions and practices more. This caused conflict but we always tried to communicate and work on things. I remember when we went down to my folks for New Year's in 2005. We sipped tea in my Datsun as we drove to the coast over the snowy mountain pass. We told them of our engagement. We were all so blissful and excited. We never knew what was to come. We didn't even know about the opportunity in Denver yet. Our story is amazing! I remember when I wanted to go see her in Portland and the roads were iced over. I left my car at a park and ride before I caused a wreck. I took the light rail across town then rode a bus to the Eastside shopping mall. The bus to her house was not running because it wasn't safe so I walked the rest of the 4 Miles sometimes having to crawl on my hands and knees to make it up hills in the ice and then I finally made it only to just spend a couple hours with her and fall asleep on her parents couch. Her Dad drove us back the next morning to my car so I could get to work. It was all worth it just to see her for that little extra time. I would have done anything for her. I remember when she was interviewing for the new position in Denver? I drove all over Portland trying to find little toy cars to help with her illustration about how a team is like a car having all four wheels and how they work together to accomplish a goal. I was so proud of her for giving it her all and succeeding at earning that position. Now that I think of it, that car analogy applies to our family and us. We all need each other to be better and keep on track and be a team. I am so motivated by that and our boys. I lose my way without that and I want to be her reflection and motivation as she has been that for me. I truly thought we brought out the best in each other when we were together. I remember when we were given tickets to see Fiona Apple. That was so spontaneous and a great way to kick off our time in Denver together. We always used to watch our same movies over and over again. Like the Friends DVDs and White Christmas every winter break and The Wedding Singer. We walked everywhere and lived simply. "I wanna be the guy, who grows old with you" I remember in our first Denver apartment when we took baths together in our claw foot tub in the big bathroom. We put a board over the top and played cards. I liked playing Uno with her in bed too. She was so funny being slightly color blind and in the dark, mixing up the greens and blues. We played Uno in Breckenridge too at that cool bed and breakfast in the fall. 2006 We had continued fun and adventure in our new home of Denver. She was doing well as a trainer for the bank and I started working in health foods. We went camping in New Mexico a couple times with friends and we both took individual trips to Oregon as well as one together for her uncle's wedding. We had marital spats on occasion but always bounced back. The issues we had seemed like part of a normal marriage and were far better than what I had grown up around. I realized that marriage was a lot of work but I was up for the task. She occasionally became aggressive throwing things at me or breaking things during conflict.  I believed I was the problem and tried to change for her in many ways. With two incomes we still had trouble making our bills at times. She had debts that I never knew about that started to catch up with us but I took care of getting them settled and we paid off her car and traded it for an older Volvo Wagon that we both loved, I even had it repainted her favorite color for a birthday gift. Overall things seemed like they were progressing in a positive way. I remember when we saw Midnight in concert in Boulder. That was the peak of our hippy days. We were alive with pleasure in our healthy vegetarian diets and practices living in a time and place like no other. I want to be like that again. Reggae was our music. We had much in common. 2007 We really fell into our roles in our marriage and the community; church and culture, friends etc. Things seemed very balanced and appropriate for us at that time and that age (24-25). We had separate bank accounts and jobs. I had money in savings. We started the process of buying a house so we could invest in something. She became pregnant shortly after. I embraced the challenge with positive energy but we were both in for a big change. We started having more fights. I didn't have many friends and would write to old friends via social media just so I could to catch up and tell them things were going great with being married to make myself feel better than I actually did. She hated the dawn of social media and also felt isolated I'm sure. She felt I should be doing more for her and I didn't know how to do what she needed but I failed to ask a lot of the time. After one argument, she left the house. My instinct told me to look at *********** and ********** as a retaliation. I had not done this much once we were married because she always met my needs but when things were difficult between us I felt more emotionally isolated. She walked in and realized what I had been doing. She was very upset, and because she was pregnant, thought I was not attracted to her. The truth is I found her even more beautiful and in fact when I looked at *********** I tried to look at women I found less attractive than her so that I feel good about what I have. I mostly fantasized about how these women were more submissive and loving than her. That is the part I needed to feel good about and feel better about myself with because I felt very dominated and controlled. She has never forgiven me for this and I will never stop feeling sorry to her for my brokenness. During one particular argument that year she was getting close to being violent towards me again and I pushed her away on the chest with my fingertips. She got very mad and said I hurt her. I immediately felt terrible and apologized. I never let something like that happen again. I have always avoided violence towards others especially women and of course her. I was defenseless against physical and emotional abuse. 2008 Our eldest son was born at the beginning of the year, it was a traumatic birth for everyone. We wanted a natural birth with a midwife but we were transferred to a hospital and she ended up having an emergency C-section, nothing went as planned. We had a really hard time coping with the emotions of this experience. A lot of buried feelings and trauma from both of us started coming out. We moved a month later into our new home outside of town. No more walking or biking to places, we had to drive everywhere. This house was next to our friends from church. We thought this would make us feel less isolated but we didn’t really have the community with them that we had hoped for. They were upset that they didn't have a child of their own yet and being around us might have been hard for them. My wife stopped working and stayed home with our son. All these changes made for a very difficult time. I did my best to support them but this was the first time we shared a bank account and needed to follow a budget more than ever before. We had no debt at the beginning of the year with money in savings but then the hospital bills put us down about $7,000 and rising with new home and moving expenses and baby needs. My job could barely keep up. She and I had a hard time adjusting. We could not afford to travel home to Oregon and visit family as much and we felt more and more isolated. She started showing me more signs of instability, locking herself in the bathroom with kitchen knives and scraping her legs which continued off and on for years to come. Talks of divorce and suicide threats seemed to happen more than before. I felt responsible and tried to fix her ever changing issues with me. I remember when herr ******* were full and swollen with milk. It is so beautiful the way she could feed our babies. I wanted her in every way, our bodies belonged to each other. I was there for her and our shared pleasure. I loved it when she told me that she was mine in the heat of passion. This spark could only be a bandage for so long but I didn't know that yet. 2009 I tried to promote within my company but was not selected, they were cutting budgets and employment all around me. I felt worried about our future. I had always thought the military might be a good opportunity and could move us closer to family back home. My father-in-law encouraged me to look into the Coast Guard. I felt this would be a good way to get moved closer to Oregon.  I ended up joining the Navy because we found out we were pregnant again with our second son and that was the only way I could join a military branch. She worked off and on as a nanny and later in the year at a coffee house working nights. We barely spent time together and when we did it was a lot of hard conversations or arguments about finances with making up intimately in the middle of the night between times of caring for the baby. She once scratched my neck with her fingernails during an argument. People I worked with noticed. It was a hard time and we knew change was on the horizon with jobs and moving. We did visit Oregon that summer though and had a great vacation at the beach with a borrowed 4x4 and staying at a hotel and picnicking out of a cooler as well as going to her brothers wedding. I was 26 and about to join the Navy to provide better for my family at all costs sacrificing myself for their benefit because I would have rather died than look like I didn't try my best for them. I remember when our babies would kick and move around inside her belly. I loved laying by her and feeling her tummy. I would hum to the baby and hear them move and squirm. I loved giving our boys baths when they were babies too. We had our little bundles of our love, wrapped in a towel in our hands, so tiny and vulnerable. I miss those days and want to remember them with her, aside from this state of melancholy. 2010 The Navy recruiters would only take me if we rented out our home and had her stay with family during boot camp and training. We moved to a furnished apartment in Denver and put our things in storage. She was 5 months pregnant and our eldest was two. I shortly after was let go from my job. Our second son was born in April. I got a contract with the Navy at the last minute but didn't leave until August. We sold our beloved vehicles and lived off retirement funds for six months and moved down to Florida where her parents had just moved out of the blue for work, to stay with them until I left for boot camp. I applied for temporary work in Florida at a dozen places but had no luck in my three months there. I took care of our eldest a lot while she took care of the new baby. Being in Florida was a culture shock for us but we had our moments of romance and made the best of it. Eventually I left for boot camp in August. It was really hard and sad to be gone. She stayed in Florida and came to visit me with the baby at boot camp graduation in October. I then went to Connecticut for five months of training. It was also hard but at least I could call home every day and be in the same time zone. I visited Florida during the winter break and saw my boys and her. We went to Disney world and had a great time on her parents. We also made a romantic home movie I could enjoy while away from her. I flew back to Connecticut and tried to make the best of things. My roommate was very abusive of substances and I resisted the temptation for a long time but the threat of being submarine service bound and missing my family pushed me to drinking every weekend and getting messed up to escape before I left. I remember when we drove to Key Largo, Florida and stopped at a crazy bird wildlife center. I remember our oldest was so amazed hearing a bird say hello back to us. It was so foreign and fun there. I am glad we all shared that experience together. I remember our trip to the citrus grove in Florida. That was such a great day for our family. I always look back on that with really fond sentiment. I felt like I was in a beautiful family music video with them. 2011 I finished Submarine Training and got orders back to the Northwest. The plan was all coming together. I arrived first and bought a car and got our items moved from storage in Denver to our townhouse rental in Washington. She and the boys joined me a month later. I didn't report to my Sub for another month as they were at sea. She became pregnant again with our third son right after arriving. We had just bought a small car and were not planning on another child. Towards the end of the year I was working a lot and having a really hard time, being bullied and treated poorly at work plus our financial situation was still very difficult. Adjusting to the military was hard among younger men being 28. I dreaded each day in that environment but I tried to endure it for my family. I went to sea for a couple months at the end of the year stopping in Hawaii and California. During this time She reached out to her ex married affair partner after six years of no contact. She didn't tell me until later. She said she needed closure with him, we were not in counseling yet but she decided this was appropriate. I flew home early from sea and wanted to surprise her. The stress and trauma of this quick transition home after being to sea for the first time (which was also traumatic) made me want to drink and get messed up before flying. I arrived home and surprised her but I seemed off to her which I was but didn’t explain why, I have never done that since. I got to be home for two months almost work free while we celebrated the holidays and prepared for the new baby to be born. She started getting more involved with a church and building a community for us which was great. Our financial struggles almost led us to foreclosure of our home back in Colorado but by the grace of God we got it sold with a short sale just in time. I remember when I came back from Hawaii and brought her a beaded necklace and she wore it naked with her big beautiful pregnant goddess belly and we made passionate hippy love together. I want to grow out my beard again and spend my life making hippy love and feeling free again. 2012 Our third son was born in January. It was a very positive birth experience and much less stressful than the other two. Shortly after I flew out to finish the other half of the deployment I had missed. I really focused on being positive and spiritually connected by reading my Bible at sea which was helpful. I called her when I arrived in Japan halfway through being gone. She was upset because she tested positive for an STD while trying to get on birth control. I became suspicious of her yet she was suspicious of me. We both got tested again and I was clean, she told me she had a false positive after all. This put a big strain on our trust, especially being so far away. This forced us to be honest with each other about some things such as her contact with her ex lover and my drinking to cope. We were both very upset until I returned home and we could start some counseling to work through things. Forgiveness seemed to be difficult for us. It brought up hurts of the past when we were 19. She also had severe postpartum depression that became worse after each birth. I was still having a hard time with work and the submarine environment. Our church friends tried to counsel us but it was not the most helpful. My submarine was scheduled for extended repairs and not going to sea for three years, I would be transferred before the end of that period. I used this time to bond with her and my boys. I wanted to get better involved in our community and do volunteer work and side jobs to earn extra money. Our boys were all given diagnosis's for autism which begun to fill our lives with appointments and challenges for years to come but we were a good team in dealing with all of it. It gave us something to work together on but took our focus away from working on our own personal issues and relationship with each other as much as we should have. 2013 We had new years with both sides of our family in a snowy mountain setting in Oregon. It looked like it was going to be a great year until her Grandpa passed away suddenly. It ripped our entire family apart but especially her. He kept the family grounded and she was very close to him, he really loved all of us. She and I started going on dates again because we had Navy sponsored child care. It was the beginning of a really good thing for us. Tragically one night after a date we were dancing with the boys on the patio and I tried to pick her up and I lost my balance and fell on her, breaking her collar bone severely. She needed surgery and was very mad at me for years to come. She has a scar, a metal plate and numbness in her chest. We worked through it with our community from church but she still is very mad at me. I feel more terrible about this incident than she could ever know. I would lose a finger in place of that incident if I could. I continued having a really hard time in the Navy and I didn't want to stay in but She insisted our boys needed care only the Navy could offer. She also said she would divorce me if I ever left the Navy. I took this threat seriously even though she assured me later that she would never actually do that. Against my own convictions I reenlisted because I wanted to do the best thing for my family. We moved into base housing at the end of summer and didn’t go out to do things as much anymore. The house was nice but it ****** us in, we also had less community with people around our home. I started volunteering at church more and doing work with special needs people. I felt like I was doing good things and that I had purpose all around. I think she appreciated this about me. 2014 We started seeing a professional counselor together and individually. It became a regular event. I worked on myself and she worked on herself. I had a lot of issues with my Mom and eventually broke off communication with her for my own well-being and the betterment of my family. I got past a lot of the bad feelings I had. She worked on her traumatic experiences and our relationship dynamics. Just when things were going well I got a new boss who made things hard for me and others at work and I started messing up more. I got in trouble for messing up a job at work and was given strike one on my record. She lost respect for me as a provider but I tried to stay strong showing her that I would continue to do my best. I remember when we had an appointment in Tacoma and we had a brunch date together afterwards. She looked so beautiful that day, I took her picture and was so proud to enjoy  huevos rancheros and momosas with her. I remember going to the Tacoma Art Museum seeing the Georgia O’Keefe exhibit, we have a great time together doing new things and feeding each other's interests. I loved laughing with her too, sometimes we just bust up like nobody's around. I loved the sound of her laughter. I loved watching Portlandia with her, it is so funny to remember the funny place where we became close and be able to relate together. 2015 I kept working hard and being involved with family and appointments for my boys and her. I still maintained my volunteer work and part time side jobs. I got strike two with the Navy for messing up again... I had just gained orders to leave the sub for local shore duty. I could not get out of the extended repair situation soon enough. She was very disappointed in me and not so understanding. I worked through this situation with our counselor as did she. He always told her I am a good man and that I do a lot for her and the boys. It's true, I care more than anything about them, I made mistakes and I feel bad especially when I cause my family stress. I left for shore duty in April. It was a hard time adjusting to the new routine but eventually we seemed to make it work. That summer we took a trip to visit Texas where her parents had just moved from Florida. We spent a great night together for our 10th anniversary in a hotel in Texas and went dancing. We had a lot more time together as my work schedule was less. The more people we had in our home working with our kids on issues the less useful my input seemed. I was not included as much in making family decisions because they all seemed to happen while I was at work, despite my objections. We tried to get our budget under control but she still had anxiety discussing spending. She continued to struggle with depression and was put on medication because she had still been harming herself. She was put on Prozac daily and anti anxiety medication as needed. He family members were not very supportive of medication which upset her but I always tried to be supportive in seeking help and continued care for both of us. 2016 We had a busy routine of kids in school now and home school and preschool and appointments for all of us. She wanted to go to church less and less. I started drinking a couple beers at night almost every day. I tried to mask my stress from her mood swings. She decided not to go to church at all anymore and focused teaching the boys about Jewish traditions exclusively which was hard for me to adjust to and confusing for the boys. I loved her and wanted to be supportive. As usual I was submissive and removed myself from the Christian church and some friendships. I feel like we lost our community at that point. We searched for a good place to have a new community with Jewish people but it was like starting over. I felt like I converted to Christianity for her when we got together and now I had to convert again, either way I would have done it for her because I loved her that much. The kids were confused by this change. After trying and failing at many synagogues we finally found one that seemed right for us. 2017 We finally had some money in savings because I kept it a secret and ended up planning a trip to visit her parents in Texas but it fell through due to lack of military flights. Instead we spent three nights away in a nice hotel resort as a family in February. We had three days of pure family time. Playing Battleship and other games in our room as a family, watching movies and eating at all the different restaurants and getting room service. Going swimming everyday in the foggy pool. I love our family and how we can have a great time together doing nothing but at the same time so much. That was so peaceful and relaxing. I wanted to keep doing things like that together as a family before our boys got too old. Shortly after this vacation she wanted to go back to school, then we bought a third vehicle so she could. Shortly after this she changed her mind about school and wanted to buy another house instead. I went along with it to please her and we practically killed ourselves trying to get the move accomplished with not much help or money. We had a good year over all. We got away for a romantic anniversary together in the summer. Just before the boys were going to start public school in the fall, her parents moved back to the area. She had anxiety with this and cut off contact with her parents and brothers for a while. Her Dad called me very upset and I tried to keep the peace until they reconciled. I was doing better with work and made up for lost progress as well as making arrangements to change jobs in the Navy to something more fitting. Since the boys started public school, I planned on leaving for Navy training in my new position after the beginning of the new year when they would be at a more settled place in their routine. I remember when we went to the Olympic Club for our anniversary and we stayed there for a night away. We drove the long way through the countryside talking about new music that she wanted to share with me and she made notes of it on my phone notepad. We brought our own cooler and picnic that included Session Lagers and chocolate. We checked in to our room and made noisy bohemian love on the edge of the creaky bed in our small European room inches from the door. Then we went to the theater downstairs and watched the late showing of a really interesting Sci-fi movie "Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets". We took showers and slept sweetly together. We made love again in the morning before we had a delicious brunch outside on the patio. We took the long way home and drove around on new roads and found our way out of cell phone reception. We figured out the road less traveled to get back to our home. We loved being alone and away together, just one night can make such a difference and mean so much. I remember going to the Forest Theater to see Tarzan with our boys. That was such a great time. I would love to get our boys into theater and go see them someday. I wanted to keep our dreams and goals together alive and not lose opportunity and fall short by losing our partnership. I loved going camping in Seabeck. Loading the truck with all our gear and getting away. Archer got sick from the cowboy caviar and I had to clean him and the tent up in the night. I was glad we had each other to be a team in our marriage in that situation as with all the other times. These sorts of things are what escape a person's mind when they are determined to get a divorce. 2018 We had a lot less money than the year before, again buying a house took its toll on finances as did the boys school and after school activities. I stayed very involved taking the boys to appointments and sporting practices. We stopped going to synagogue but tried to practice Judaism at home as much as possible, which I was very supportive of and involved with. She was still depressed and talking about suicide at times. I encouraged her to get help as I always had. Eventually she was diagnosed as Bipolar 2 and manic depressive by a new provider. She started taking new medicine for this and was worried I would want to leave her. I assured her I would never leave her and that I always wanted to work on things with her and help her. I left for training in Mississippi February 8th. It was going to be hard but I thought it might be good to have some time apart from each other to miss one another and reflect on things as well as prepare for times when I would be away at sea. I got in trouble in Mississippi for giving junior personnel a ride and being negligent of people who might be underage and possibly drinking, this became strike three. I never thought this could happen. I became recommend for separation from the Navy shortly after and was stuck in Mississippi for six months instead of six weeks. She was supportive through most of it but seemed to fall into hopelessness. Money was spent by her that we didn't have without discussion. She quietly leased appliances and tires and purchased a vehicle as well as having a secret bank account and email address. I discovered through our insurance company that she wanted to leave our policy for divorce. I didn't know this and she had even told the boys she wanted a divorce before I even knew. I was caught off guard and confused. I kept trying to communicate and reason with her but she didn't want to talk. I refused to give up and wrote emails and a letter but it only seemed to push her away further. By the time I left Mississippi she had filed for divorce and a restraining order against me saying I was unstable and a threat. I couldn't return to my home. My whole life fell apart in just a couple months. I found out she had been talking to other men in the Navy and keeping more secrets. I assumed this was her way of taking control during a difficult situation. I really needed her support during this hard time of transition out of the military. I became homeless, jobless and without my family in a month. I prayed to God that given time things might change between us but it was of no use. Bipolar had consumed whatever was left of my bride and there was no turning back. I felt that our love was not one to be cast away. Other people might not understand or agree but what we had was truly special. We may have surely needed some time and space to get counseling as well as reconfigure and repair our marriage but I didn't feel like our relationship was irretrievably broken. She was so important to me and I thought she was the love of my life and would always have my heart. I wanted to be her partner in love and life, watching our boys grow up and being there to support each other. Being that she is Bipolar I knew she will need a lot of help and I was more than willing to assist her in making sure she was taking care of herself and not throwing herself into harm's way, ensuring she sticks with a plan we agree to for consistency. I cared about her deeply and had much compassion for her. I didn't believe she was thinking this through or thinking about the future. I really wanted to look at the long and short game with her, neither seemed appealing to me if we progressed but here we are. Things are not going to be easier. She will still have to face her problems and deal with me on a regular basis for the rest of our lives no matter what happens. She can believe her lawyer when they promise she'll get the moon and stars out of this in the end but they only see half of the story. Above all they want our money. It would have been good for her to face me in person and tell me she wanted to divorce and we could have started talking about it with a counselor to figure out how that could even work. Instead she chose to avoid as much responsibility for her actions as possible by doing everything in my absence as if I am not a real person. I had to find out about it from our insurance company and was last to know. Immediately after I hear the word divorce I looked into her cell usage history and find she has a new military boyfriend that she talks to 20-30 times a day. She felt she owed me no explanation for this and it was none of my business. A mature person would have let me know about this months before and I would have seen it coming but there was no sign until it was seemingly too late. She strayed down a dark path and never turned back. Her proposed parenting plan was cruel and had no thought put into it. Two hours a week with supervision, no holidays but father's day? She said she’s not trying to keep me from the kids but this is the exact opposite of what she’s saying with the paperwork she filed. She seems very mixed up and still you continues to make rash and sudden choices. Like a completely bogus restraining order against me that contradicts so many facts she has stated herself on record during my Navy retention process. She was so bold as to want to change her identity and even put it in ink on the divorce paperwork as well to a whole new name. That is not the actions of a stable person. She has since changed her mind again on that just as quickly as everything else in her recent life choices. I can't trust that any decisions she is making right now are for the right reasons or that she is of sound mind. I have never seen her so conflicted and confused, grasping at straws and running scared from herself. Using the legal system so carelessly and going back and forth makes me feel like she is not ready to be making big choices and changes for her and our family. It is very unfair that she can’t consider my feelings on things and what I wish for the boys as well. Very reckless behavior. She can’t anticipate that the day would come where she has to face me and talk to me like an adult. She wants to hide behind the legal system which only leaves much to be unresolved. Ghosting me is not really an option in a marriage of 13 years with children. Having relationship conversations is too difficult for her at this time and she would rather avoid it and skip to divorce because she thinks that will somehow be easier. I suspect she knows she is making poor choices, possibly out of fear and lust for something new and less painful than the reality of things right now. Our marriage was nowhere close to divorce when I left. She was sad to see me leave and woke with me at 3:30 am to say goodbye, making me coffee and cookies for me to take with. Our community and accountability seems to be gone due to the continued trend of isolation that she is drawn to. The God fearing loving committed wife I thought I had is gone or trapped inside a terrified shell of herself. She cut me off from her family members and I can't discuss my concerns about her with them either. She only seems to have community with those who are not going to discourage her from these destructive choices. I understand we have had issues and struggles but we are no worse off than other couples during challenging times. I think that because we loved each other so much it just hurt more when things got hard. I can't accept or believe this is justified or the right choice based on the positive trend we were on before I left. This was the longest break we have ever had from each other and I think she just needed someone to be there more for her, no matter who it was. Time can heal all wounds and I hope that is true for our relationship as co-parents. She still refuses to tell me about why she wanted a divorce or talk about anything beyond caring for the kids. I have fought the restraining and I can see my boys again but I am still not allowed to my home without her permission. I have risen from the ashes in just a couple months. I rent a room from a nice couple from our old church and obtained a good paying job while I continue paying the household bills. This is a really hard time, this difficult spell could have been a tool to better our relationship. I wanted to experience more beautiful memories with her. We had so many more beautiful memories and dreams left to create. This is what marriage looks like to me now as I lower the casket.
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Too many thoughts, too many feelings, too many faces Yea, what’s the feeling of success? Achieved so many things, but all I feel is regret, I feel alone inside my head what don’t you get? Wake up every morning like it’s still my set, Reminisce on where I come from so I don’t forget, Been to rehab a dozen times, they called me a vet, You thought you knew me, I haven’t opened the curtains yet Alcohol destroyed all my relationships Forgot most of my life - except for the video clips, Poisoned my brain to forget the pain, on the daily I feel insane I’m above the ground though I can’t complain, god relieve this pain I feel like I drank the blood of Cain, Every day is a surprise, my brain tells me I’m so wise, But he’s a master in disguise, while I’m the one who cries, He’s the one who lies, To me in my own voice watching my demise, When he’s in in control anything flies, It scares me, I built a fortress to disguise, This out of control mind, I want to cut the ties A Broad perception, in a beautiful world, through these eyes, Try to express my feelings, no one can understand **** it no one can, this experience is mine god had it planned Just hope I can grow up to be the man, The one he created to do whatever he can, Yea, whatever he wants, his drive his will he can make a stand, A visionary, Socrates his thoughts are grand, Who do I trust, who I am or who I want to be, It’s confusing with a devil living inside of me, Loving spouse, family man what I try to be, This bipolar got a hold of me, Blindfolding me I can’t see, Please doctor doctor set my mind free, I thought I knew everything with my degree, The lessons I learned from the things I failed to see, Mommy and daddy got divorced when I was a kid, I think I was 8, I can’t remember, who am I to kid, My first blackout in life, daddy’s about to lose his wife, So much anger, “he’s” telling me to find the knife, Take it to the artery just a little slice, Life’s not as nice, as people make it seem, No one hears me scream, from the pain, Inside this brain, some days I feel insane, 110 on the freeway trying to stay in my lane, Drunk driving no I’m not sane, Getting high to alleviate the pain One day I can be the man, goals, driven, and full of will, The next be full of sadness, regret, life stands still, I can remember anger that drove me to **** You don’t know how I feel, People probably thought I made a deal, With the devil to have all this skill, I write all these thoughts, hoping there’s a heart to fill, Hope someone can relate, I hope my pain makes you elate, My perceptions not up for debate, Here is my life there’s no room to understate, The reality of my life and the things on my plate, Strive to be in a mentally stable state, Sometimes life’s not so great, My minds locked in a crate, and he is the key holder of my fate, My life feels like an afterthought, Stepdad thought love was something that could be bought, Used to get in trouble every time I got caught, Only if they knew the realism of what I did, or maybe they ought Not to know, but for the sake of the flow, I’m going to let go, Put on a show so they finally understand what they missed long ago, Let’s start as a little boy, all the love you showed was a decoy, For the truth that mommy and daddy were ready to destroy, Split us up, brown moving boxes was it all momma’s ploy? I still don’t know the truth, I don’t want to ask or annoy They say they fell out of love, how can you fall out of love, Unless you gave up? Don’t you realize who’s above, Poor American white family, three kids and divorced, man the stereo type fits like a glove, Never got physically, but always received a verbal shove, Psychologically I wish I could dispose of, This garbage that’s left behind, in this mind how am I supposed to give away free love, One day at a time, one fight, I’m going to give it all my might, Serenity prayer please give me the light, To accept my life and guide me right, Some days things are out of sight, God comfort me so I feel alright, I’m shrouded in darkness, call me the dark knight, Noble I’m my cause, daily life’s a plight, As a teenager I survived off my drive, Then there was the day I didn’t want to be alive, Locked those feelings deep in the archive, Padlocked in the deep parts of the brain so they don’t thrive, Questioning the purpose of life when I was five, Asked about space and God, curiosity already took a dive, Most people and me don’t really jive, One instinct on my mind is to survive, Mania kicking in putting me in overdrive, Found out when I was twenty-five, I’m mentally ill, my life took a nose dive, Time to wake up and revive, It’s time to deprive, The addiction and the **** I do to connive, God im going to work on my life until arrive, To the kingdom, hopefully I live to see thirty-five, Todays a new day, no telling what I might do, Try to hold my family together, backbone and the glue, Just accept my view, everything’s not about you, Been self-reflecting, I’m having a break through, This story is contagious, call it reality flu, Knocked on deaths door, Alcohol blood volume .492, What was I thinking? Pores stinking, breath wreaking, Family and friends shrieking, at all my drinking, Woke up surrounded by the medical team, Asked me if I was suicidal, I said what do you mean? I’m a genius, with a good job, had one since fourteen, Worked hard my whole life, why am I here confused as hell - creating a scene, Needle in my arm, threatening to restrain me, God please set me free, right now you’re the only one that can help me, Ready to fight the doctors and nurses, now they’re going to petition me, When I opened up my eyes, Seen my momma with tears in her eyes, Most painful look I’ve ever seen on her face, Now I feel like a huge disgrace, wish she knew gods grace, My hearts racing at a fast pace, anxiety took over freaking out in this place, The realest hug ive ever felt was from momma while I was in that room, Time to clean up my life, time to clear my mind and get out of the back room, Where my thoughts are locked, time to forgive and bury the in their own tomb, Most think they know me, and its dangerous to assume, Most my life you seen me in my costume, hiding behind the monster of doom, Spent so many hours in my bedroom, drinking so much leaving behind an ethanol fume, Days later it’s still hanging around, how the poison turns everything into a darkroom. 12 days locked in the psych ward, hopefully I can move my life forward, Dr. says I had an episode of major depression, I forgot to tell them about my secret obsession, These words are the closest thing I have to a confession, When I die take my brain for a case study dissection, Don’t let my evil said lead you to mis-direction, When im aware I can make the correction, What an elusive lie, chasing perfection, Life is about love and a real connection, God im tired, give me a symbol give me direction, Therapy sessions for years, did nothing to help these tears, Still react with impulsion and anger, watch out for the danger, the biggest fear ive ever had was the fear of myself, and the things I was capable of to destroy myself or secure the wealth. So many secrets it’s a masquerade, im hidden behind my stealth, The lies created to maintain this alter-ego destroying my mental health, My biggest pains in life are when I had it all and left it all, My depression after mania was the biggest fall, I felt like I was the king of the world, king of the jungle; hear my call, My ego inflated from my achievements, made me feel tall, Daddys dream was his oldest boy would play college ball, Just like the song boys of fall, Daddys dream wasn’t mine to live, But that wont stop me from giving all I can give, Im sorry for the night I was drunk and we got combative, I shut that night out its not something I want to relive, Please daddy forgive, now you’re so corroborative. Now momma I know we do not speak, The real issue is we don’t want to feel weak, Why are we so strong, the ones who cant take critique, Maybe we are so unique, and live life with such technique, The type of thoughts people think are antique, Their arguments bleak, our common point is its our mind we speak, Im ready for the conversation, a common destination, Where we live in harmony, and actions don’t lead to causation, I hope my dictation, and the acceptance of your creation, Allows you to accept me and the ground I call my foundation, Rebuild our family, together we can create a formation, Our time and love the only donation, mix em together titration, It’s a ruination of the family, its everything I wanted it to be, Ive struggled with every relationship, With anyone I let close I seem to lose myself and flip the script, Those evil days I hide in my mind, security equipped and encrypt, I feel like im writing a manuscript, a story of a man who slipped, On the struggles of life, and opportunities that have been stripped, Went to college on a full ride, paid for room and board seen the debt and just about cried, 350 a month to the government talk about a life hurdle that broke my stride, Since graduation I noticed im the new dr. jekyl and mr hyde, Success in my life was implied, mental health hit me on my broadside, Missed my grad school opportunity, I should have applied, Had love going for me, turned into a landslide, All I want to do is have a good job and be able to provide, Im not the only one suffering this epidemic is worldwide, I just want to sit by the lake side, retire and reside, Somewhere peaceful where a simple life is implied, The only downside, is the demon inside me that takes me on the regular for a joyride. Worked 80 hours a week, drinking a fifth a day, Most people don’t even know what to say, To me it was just another day, Its about to get nasty watch out for the word play, Life not black and white live in the grey, Area, mass hysteria, my mind runs astray, Enough liquor in my blood to make me sway, One wrong move may be my doomsday, I write about my life like a final exam essay, Giving it my all no halfway, Yea, im making headway, opening the doorway, For all to enter; serve up my experience like a fine dining entrée, Living check to check, cant wait for payday, Maybe someday, ill be on the golden walkway, To the kingdom of god then ill be okay, Impulses so strong its hard not to obey, The other side of me that’s so hard to portray, When hes manic I get risqué, Let me paint a picture, get your tickets to the screenplay. They say its not what you go through, but what you became of it, My lifes not a stereotype, those stipulations don’t fit, I seem to get back up after every hit, I couldn’t write this skit, Im trying to use my **** my mind feels split, I cant take this **** I just want to quit, go to therapy to learn skills and what to omit, From my life, its hard ill have to admit, Elementary school I realized I was a misfit, Dreams in the stars, illuminated and moonlit, Building a legacy without a permit, Try to live life so im not a hypocrite. Shocked by the responses to voice and gods word, You can say in high school I was a nerd, Football MVP and valedictorian man that’s absurd, Wanna know my secret, ask me the password, Stand on my own, not a part of the heard, Forgive me for all my problems and troubles that have occurred. The darkest secret you don’t know, Is that im not motivated by the dough, It’s the times where Im feeling high and low, Sometimes it feels like time is slow, The biggest crush to my ego, Was when I had a 20-gauge ready to pull the trigger and blow, Racking the shells, playing with the ammo, The rest of my life I was about to forego, I wanted to let go, because I wanna know
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
Bipolar and Addicted
Too many thoughts, too many feelings, too many faces Yea, what’s the feeling of success? Achieved so many things, but all I feel is regret, I feel alone inside my head what don’t you get? Wake up every morning like it’s still my set, Reminisce on where I come from so I don’t forget, Been to rehab a dozen times, they called me a vet, You thought you knew me, I haven’t opened the curtains yet Alcohol destroyed all my relationships Forgot most of my life - except for the video clips, Poisoned my brain to forget the pain, on the daily I feel insane I’m above the ground though I can’t complain, god relieve this pain I feel like I drank the blood of Cain, Every day is a surprise, my brain tells me I’m so wise, But he’s a master in disguise, while I’m the one who cries, He’s the one who lies, To me in my own voice watching my demise, When he’s in in control anything flies, It scares me, I built a fortress to disguise, This out of control mind, I want to cut the ties A Broad perception, in a beautiful world, through these eyes, Try to express my feelings, no one can understand **** it no one can, this experience is mine god had it planned Just hope I can grow up to be the man, The one he created to do whatever he can, Yea, whatever he wants, his drive his will he can make a stand, A visionary, Socrates his thoughts are grand, Who do I trust, who I am or who I want to be, It’s confusing with a devil living inside of me, Loving spouse, family man what I try to be, This bipolar got a hold of me, Blindfolding me I can’t see, Please doctor doctor set my mind free, I thought I knew everything with my degree, The lessons I learned from the things I failed to see, Mommy and daddy got divorced when I was a kid, I think I was 8, I can’t remember, who am I to kid, My first blackout in life, daddy’s about to lose his wife, So much anger, “he’s” telling me to find the knife, Take it to the artery just a little slice, Life’s not as nice, as people make it seem, No one hears me scream, from the pain, Inside this brain, some days I feel insane, 110 on the freeway trying to stay in my lane, Drunk driving no I’m not sane, Getting high to alleviate the pain One day I can be the man, goals, driven, and full of will, The next be full of sadness, regret, life stands still, I can remember anger that drove me to **** You don’t know how I feel, People probably thought I made a deal, With the devil to have all this skill, I write all these thoughts, hoping there’s a heart to fill, Hope someone can relate, I hope my pain makes you elate, My perceptions not up for debate, Here is my life there’s no room to understate, The reality of my life and the things on my plate, Strive to be in a mentally stable state, Sometimes life’s not so great, My minds locked in a crate, and he is the key holder of my fate, My life feels like an afterthought, Stepdad thought love was something that could be bought, Used to get in trouble every time I got caught, Only if they knew the realism of what I did, or maybe they ought Not to know, but for the sake of the flow, I’m going to let go, Put on a show so they finally understand what they missed long ago, Let’s start as a little boy, all the love you showed was a decoy, For the truth that mommy and daddy were ready to destroy, Split us up, brown moving boxes was it all momma’s ploy? I still don’t know the truth, I don’t want to ask or annoy They say they fell out of love, how can you fall out of love, Unless you gave up? Don’t you realize who’s above, Poor American white family, three kids and divorced, man the stereo type fits like a glove, Never got physically, but always received a verbal shove, Psychologically I wish I could dispose of, This garbage that’s left behind, in this mind how am I supposed to give away free love, One day at a time, one fight, I’m going to give it all my might, Serenity prayer please give me the light, To accept my life and guide me right, Some days things are out of sight, God comfort me so I feel alright, I’m shrouded in darkness, call me the dark knight, Noble I’m my cause, daily life’s a plight, As a teenager I survived off my drive, Then there was the day I didn’t want to be alive, Locked those feelings deep in the archive, Padlocked in the deep parts of the brain so they don’t thrive, Questioning the purpose of life when I was five, Asked about space and God, curiosity already took a dive, Most people and me don’t really jive, One instinct on my mind is to survive, Mania kicking in putting me in overdrive, Found out when I was twenty-five, I’m mentally ill, my life took a nose dive, Time to wake up and revive, It’s time to deprive, The addiction and the **** I do to connive, God im going to work on my life until arrive, To the kingdom, hopefully I live to see thirty-five, Todays a new day, no telling what I might do, Try to hold my family together, backbone and the glue, Just accept my view, everything’s not about you, Been self-reflecting, I’m having a break through, This story is contagious, call it reality flu, Knocked on deaths door, Alcohol blood volume .492, What was I thinking? Pores stinking, breath wreaking, Family and friends shrieking, at all my drinking, Woke up surrounded by the medical team, Asked me if I was suicidal, I said what do you mean? I’m a genius, with a good job, had one since fourteen, Worked hard my whole life, why am I here confused as hell - creating a scene, Needle in my arm, threatening to restrain me, God please set me free, right now you’re the only one that can help me, Ready to fight the doctors and nurses, now they’re going to petition me, When I opened up my eyes, Seen my momma with tears in her eyes, Most painful look I’ve ever seen on her face, Now I feel like a huge disgrace, wish she knew gods grace, My hearts racing at a fast pace, anxiety took over freaking out in this place, The realest hug ive ever felt was from momma while I was in that room, Time to clean up my life, time to clear my mind and get out of the back room, Where my thoughts are locked, time to forgive and bury the in their own tomb, Most think they know me, and its dangerous to assume, Most my life you seen me in my costume, hiding behind the monster of doom, Spent so many hours in my bedroom, drinking so much leaving behind an ethanol fume, Days later it’s still hanging around, how the poison turns everything into a darkroom. 12 days locked in the psych ward, hopefully I can move my life forward, Dr. says I had an episode of major depression, I forgot to tell them about my secret obsession, These words are the closest thing I have to a confession, When I die take my brain for a case study dissection, Don’t let my evil said lead you to mis-direction, When im aware I can make the correction, What an elusive lie, chasing perfection, Life is about love and a real connection, God im tired, give me a symbol give me direction, Therapy sessions for years, did nothing to help these tears, Still react with impulsion and anger, watch out for the danger, the biggest fear ive ever had was the fear of myself, and the things I was capable of to destroy myself or secure the wealth. So many secrets it’s a masquerade, im hidden behind my stealth, The lies created to maintain this alter-ego destroying my mental health, My biggest pains in life are when I had it all and left it all, My depression after mania was the biggest fall, I felt like I was the king of the world, king of the jungle; hear my call, My ego inflated from my achievements, made me feel tall, Daddys dream was his oldest boy would play college ball, Just like the song boys of fall, Daddys dream wasn’t mine to live, But that wont stop me from giving all I can give, Im sorry for the night I was drunk and we got combative, I shut that night out its not something I want to relive, Please daddy forgive, now you’re so corroborative. Now momma I know we do not speak, The real issue is we don’t want to feel weak, Why are we so strong, the ones who cant take critique, Maybe we are so unique, and live life with such technique, The type of thoughts people think are antique, Their arguments bleak, our common point is its our mind we speak, Im ready for the conversation, a common destination, Where we live in harmony, and actions don’t lead to causation, I hope my dictation, and the acceptance of your creation, Allows you to accept me and the ground I call my foundation, Rebuild our family, together we can create a formation, Our time and love the only donation, mix em together titration, It’s a ruination of the family, its everything I wanted it to be, Ive struggled with every relationship, With anyone I let close I seem to lose myself and flip the script, Those evil days I hide in my mind, security equipped and encrypt, I feel like im writing a manuscript, a story of a man who slipped, On the struggles of life, and opportunities that have been stripped, Went to college on a full ride, paid for room and board seen the debt and just about cried, 350 a month to the government talk about a life hurdle that broke my stride, Since graduation I noticed im the new dr. jekyl and mr hyde, Success in my life was implied, mental health hit me on my broadside, Missed my grad school opportunity, I should have applied, Had love going for me, turned into a landslide, All I want to do is have a good job and be able to provide, Im not the only one suffering this epidemic is worldwide, I just want to sit by the lake side, retire and reside, Somewhere peaceful where a simple life is implied, The only downside, is the demon inside me that takes me on the regular for a joyride. Worked 80 hours a week, drinking a fifth a day, Most people don’t even know what to say, To me it was just another day, Its about to get nasty watch out for the word play, Life not black and white live in the grey, Area, mass hysteria, my mind runs astray, Enough liquor in my blood to make me sway, One wrong move may be my doomsday, I write about my life like a final exam essay, Giving it my all no halfway, Yea, im making headway, opening the doorway, For all to enter; serve up my experience like a fine dining entrée, Living check to check, cant wait for payday, Maybe someday, ill be on the golden walkway, To the kingdom of god then ill be okay, Impulses so strong its hard not to obey, The other side of me that’s so hard to portray, When hes manic I get risqué, Let me paint a picture, get your tickets to the screenplay. They say its not what you go through, but what you became of it, My lifes not a stereotype, those stipulations don’t fit, I seem to get back up after every hit, I couldn’t write this skit, Im trying to use my **** my mind feels split, I cant take this **** I just want to quit, go to therapy to learn skills and what to omit, From my life, its hard ill have to admit, Elementary school I realized I was a misfit, Dreams in the stars, illuminated and moonlit, Building a legacy without a permit, Try to live life so im not a hypocrite. Shocked by the responses to voice and gods word, You can say in high school I was a nerd, Football MVP and valedictorian man that’s absurd, Wanna know my secret, ask me the password, Stand on my own, not a part of the heard, Forgive me for all my problems and troubles that have occurred. The darkest secret you don’t know, Is that im not motivated by the dough, It’s the times where Im feeling high and low, Sometimes it feels like time is slow, The biggest crush to my ego, Was when I had a 20-gauge ready to pull the trigger and blow, Racking the shells, playing with the ammo, The rest of my life I was about to forego, I wanted to let go, because I wanna know
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There's no place to suffer, no going away. It's dark in here all of my days. No smiling lights, no happy surprise. Only this disguise, of constant lies. I know they bother them, my sad eyes. They can't bear to see, they want me to hide. Just stay empty inside, so they won't feel down. Still one by one, they'll all turn around. They won't ever stay, or test their extent of pain. They only obey their impulse to stray far away. They'll desert me to ache in this dark hole they can’t take, where I get no relief not even in sleep. So I guess save yourself I’ll taint that light you keep. I'll burden your soul, til you can't take anymore. Then I'll drain you dry before I kiss you goodbye. And you'll never know when it's all done, I'll still be empty but you'll be gone.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
Empty
Blue can be happy, Like blue party balloons Blue can be sad, Like a tear down your cheek Blue can be angry, Like a stormy dark ocean Blue can be frightening, Like your piercing bright eyes Blue can be hopeful, Like a new day's blue sky Blue can be timid, Like baby blue walls Blue can be mysterious, Like the ocean's far depths Blue is a bipolar color.
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May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
Blue is a Bipolar Color
There's this mask I wear The glue is so tight Hiding me, hiding all All you don't see, unless you get really near That I'm not alright My eyes are dark and deep enough for you to stand in My wrists are ****** so are my thighs My heart is shaky And I've got non stop anxiety But from far you see this mask You hear my loud laugh And see me hold my tummy in pain from giggling at my own joke You swear I have recovered When actually my late night tears help me keep the mask on I may not look injured Nor hollow Or in pain Just with this smile on my face Of this mask that I wear I hurt unheard and unseen, Impatient for good days. If my heart was transparent A lot wouldn't be the same Anyways, I'm already used to building these walls around my heart. It's protected, I guess. From the outside world yet within me the storm never calms. Tears wet these pillows All night through sometimes wishing that morning must never come Holding the grudge against myself While smiling to all standing right in front of me. Asking is this how life suppose to be. Limping with anger yet holding the last thought of laughter One hell of life we living. You see... This mask doesn't show things in 3D That's why I love rainy days Coz my tears are never recognized Sadness engulf my soul while hoping that one day I will be able to remove the glue on this mask I wear.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
mask
'I am happy.' 'It's her bipolar.' 'I am sad.' 'It's her bipolar.' 'I am scared and confused.' 'It's her bipolar.'
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
Bipolar(20w)
Because of you I fall in stress My life turns in A bipolar mess I smile in the sun I drench in the rain I'm happy a minute The next i'm insane You are my sun You are my rain In love in a minute The next i'm in pain
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Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Bipolar
Somedays my thoughts shriek so loud that they congest the rest of my mind other days they chant lullaby's as if nothing traumatic has ever happened one moment i'm up the next im crumbling to my knees one or the other its consistent drowning with no one to rescue me I'm keen on telling myself its all in my head at times, but doctors tell me its all me but for gods sake do they realize what horrid phrases the voices scream? death would be so heavenly I long for the passing of sides im awaiting to go home where its all white and peaceful i have days where im so narcissistic; I swear I can commence the world as if every millisecond is a luxury of sighs and sounds at moments my dispute comes out so rapid all i get is crooked looks and mumbles some days, I love him other times I swear he's the devil in disguise during my manic episodes you spoke soft as if I was a fallen angle that was overflowing with life. You had mentioned a world that disculded me was a world you cannot exist in You said I influenced your heart to skip beats, that I saved you, I was your fresh air Once he witnessed myself during a dreadful episode you declared loving me was exhausting and space is what you desired for hell could i control this? he was the one isolated concept I could ever make my ******* mind up about I loved him; I love him he said that his devotion to me was similar to staring into a black hole but seeing the reflection of the delicate sunset it never made sense to him BUT HELL DID IT MAKE SENSE TO ME? when he stranded me, i couldn't help but dissolve in tears i was nowhere adjacent to happy but that's all I've ever comprehended my doctor says they've observed a change maybe its the sleepless weeks and collection of mood stabilizers consuming pills in hopes to not feel so ******* empty anticipating on my next manic episode waiting for the door to open to go home If I have learned anything from living with BPD it is im constantly dilapidated upon everything one day soon I hope to recover from this disorder that replicates a loud room without recognizing how loud it was and all I hear is the ringing in my ears that doesn't seem to have an end some day this will be over some day my lover will stay I pray to fall in love with another angel again
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
Living with BPD( Bipolar Disorder)
Somedays my thoughts shriek so loud that they congest the rest of my mind other days they chant lullaby's as if nothing traumatic has ever happened one moment i'm up the next im crumbling to my knees one or the other its consistent drowning with no one to rescue me I'm keen on telling myself its all in my head at times, but doctors tell me its all me but for gods sake do they realize what horrid phrases the voices scream? death would be so heavenly I long for the passing of sides im awaiting to go home where its all white and peaceful i have days where im so narcissistic; I swear I can commence the world as if every millisecond is a luxury of sighs and sounds at moments my dispute comes out so rapid all i get is crooked looks and mumbles some days, I love him other times I swear he's the devil in disguise during my manic episodes you spoke soft as if I was a fallen angle that was overflowing with life. You had mentioned a world that disculded me was a world you cannot exist in You said I influenced your heart to skip beats, that I saved you, I was your fresh air Once he witnessed myself during a dreadful episode you declared loving me was exhausting and space is what you desired for hell could i control this? he was the one isolated concept I could ever make my ******* mind up about I loved him; I love him he said that his devotion to me was similar to staring into a black hole but seeing the reflection of the delicate sunset it never made sense to him BUT HELL DID IT MAKE SENSE TO ME? when he stranded me, i couldn't help but dissolve in tears i was nowhere adjacent to happy but that's all I've ever comprehended my doctor says they've observed a change maybe its the sleepless weeks and collection of mood stabilizers consuming pills in hopes to not feel so ******* empty anticipating on my next manic episode waiting for the door to open to go home If I have learned anything from living with BPD it is im constantly dilapidated upon everything one day soon I hope to recover from this disorder that replicates a loud room without recognizing how loud it was and all I hear is the ringing in my ears that doesn't seem to have an end some day this will be over some day my lover will stay I pray to fall in love with another angel again
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There's a demon in my head and it's finally figured out how to turn my skin transparent and show itself. It escapes through the blank stares in my eyes and as much as I try I can't stop it from venting through my teeth with whatever air is left in my lungs. It's slowly killing me and making my blood toxic.
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
Bipolar
The word bipolar can put fear in your heart Because you’ll never know when it will start. Also known as manic depression and it can become A lifelong obsession. Wondering when the next bout of fear will enter you And if you know just what to do. It is like the devil trying to take your soul And it becomes a battle of control. Most times in order for you to live You must take the meds that they give. If your child is bipolar or autistic, will you love them any less? I don’t think so is my guess! The LORD puts a child where he / she belongs With a person he knows is strong. The strength of the parents helps them to cope With the problems old and new, and that is Something that they do. Let us be a little realistic, not many crimes Are committed by bipolar or autistic So how can they use words like crazy, retarted or handicapped When against us the cards are stacked, When this becomes a challenge close to home Remember that you’re not alone.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
BIPOLAR
They come in waves. Kamikaze planes or lovely flowers and sweet lullabies. Blood boils, slapping against my skin, Sometimes. My love is seasonal, It won't stay. Don't expect anything from me. You will be bitterly disappointed.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Bipolar
Like an old friend inviting you to come inside. Familiar. Comforting. It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close; And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go. You will beg and plead to be happy, and it will put up a fight. It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life. If you are lucky, you can break free; and it will sit and watch you from afar. Calling your name. Welcoming you back into it's arms. It will intrude your thoughts. Make you think you are worthless. That you're better off dead. Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head. Keep moving. You will get far. Depression is not who you are.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
Depression Is...
Who are you? You're not the same person you were two minutes ago. I just don't get you. You're compulsive, and corrupted. You're easily addicted. You have friends in your mind, but in reality friends you'll never find. You're simple yet, confusing like a Rubik's cube. With all your twists and turns. This pain you put upon me has left me with cuts and burns. Will we ever learn? To get along and fix these never ending battles? Your bipolar versus my anger. Some days, to me you are a stranger. Who I thought I knew has suddenly disappeared. Your disease is something I've always feared. Illness invaded your mind, and has taken over who you once were Leaving all your past senses blind.
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 11:53 AM UTC
Bipolar Friend
I'm happy one minute And then you flip And so do I One minute I'm in love And rightly so But then you decide to speak You like to take anything That brings us joy And crush it Well, we won't pretend anymore You've lost now It's all over now We aren't under your control You're just going to lose us But we belong here And so I'll fight for them Against you And do what I know to do So while you flip and flop Change your emotions I'll be emotionless Because none of us can stand it Any longer with you Living Bipolar
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
Bipolar
Falling in love with someone who is bipolar will never be easy. There will be minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months where I'm unexplainably mean, or recklessly happy.   For a period of time, I may be all over you and want to smother you in my aforementioned reckless happiness, that I will forget to ask how you're doing and if you ate anything today. I will forget that unlike me, you need to sleep for 9 hours a day and that you're not fully ready to take on the world. At some point, I will take a turn for the worst and will mope in unbelievable sorrow due to the death of my false happiness. I will cry about everything and will stop calling, and forget to remind you that I love you so much and just need some time away. My deep sadness will soon turn into unrelenting anger and I will tell you abusive things that I don't really mean. I will be confused as to why I say them, and apologize a million times and try to explain that I can't control my anger, and that I need to leave and be away from people for a while, although I know nothing will really help. You will insist that it's okay and tell me you love me. For days, weeks, or months, I will do this, and you will soon think I am lying and think that I am just genuinely terrible. My constant apologies will become nothing and you will soon distance yourself and start falling out of love, but still have a glimmer of hope. After this episode, I will have a period where I feel nothing and am almost robot-like. You will feel unwanted and unloved and look at me with such sad eyes and get nothing but a shrug and a half-assed "sorry." When you finally walk away,  I will have more bad days than good days because I will regret not saying I love you more. I will hate myself for being bipolar. I will fall back into my bad habits and soon you will be a distant memory.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
Loving Someone Who is Bipolar
Falling in love with someone who is bipolar will never be easy. There will be minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months where I'm unexplainably mean, or recklessly happy.   For a period of time, I may be all over you and want to smother you in my aforementioned reckless happiness, that I will forget to ask how you're doing and if you ate anything today. I will forget that unlike me, you need to sleep for 9 hours a day and that you're not fully ready to take on the world. At some point, I will take a turn for the worst and will mope in unbelievable sorrow due to the death of my false happiness. I will cry about everything and will stop calling, and forget to remind you that I love you so much and just need some time away. My deep sadness will soon turn into unrelenting anger and I will tell you abusive things that I don't really mean. I will be confused as to why I say them, and apologize a million times and try to explain that I can't control my anger, and that I need to leave and be away from people for a while, although I know nothing will really help. You will insist that it's okay and tell me you love me. For days, weeks, or months, I will do this, and you will soon think I am lying and think that I am just genuinely terrible. My constant apologies will become nothing and you will soon distance yourself and start falling out of love, but still have a glimmer of hope. After this episode, I will have a period where I feel nothing and am almost robot-like. You will feel unwanted and unloved and look at me with such sad eyes and get nothing but a shrug and a half-assed "sorry." When you finally walk away,  I will have more bad days than good days because I will regret not saying I love you more. I will hate myself for being bipolar. I will fall back into my bad habits and soon you will be a distant memory.
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. In a costume of conflicting emotion, of crossing diamondic colour, with regal posture in grief, the Harlequin and the King, a display of opposites creating a composite being, that eases her body gently into the waiting water, to float away serene, on her journey to the nether. Midnight blue and emerald green, the regalia of ermine, both ostentatious and humble, robeing the aspects, understated in crowning splendour, the gentleman King bows, and the Harlequin laughs, the bi-polar reaction to the tragedy of misfortune, with a sting in the myth-tale. With the dark hues of mourning, a legend passes on her way, across the streams of time, on a voyage to discover herself, carrying her Harlequin in a purse, holding her King to her breast, owning them both in her heart, the medicine wheel spins, knowing the grapes of wrath yield the wine of spite. The motley speckles of attire, a starry parody of night skies, lighting the decorated funeral barge, gliding along the rivers of space, worn with the mantle of sorrow, and it sails into the sunset, as the Harlequin and King observe, the mandala turns, the bier of the Queen departing, bears their sadness forth. The Harlequin laughs and laughs 'til he cries, his heart grows cold, then withers and dies, whilst the King, statuesque, memoirs his life, lamenting the legend of a Queen, his wife. © Pagan Paul (24/07/18)
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Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
Mediaeval Myth Lamenting Legend
That confident and bubbly person I was yesterday? She's gone now She was too fake to live long in this world But I'm here. You can call me bipolar
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
Straight up Bipolar
No one loves me I'm not worth a single drop of blood It would be wasted If you spilt it for me And dry your tears For I'm the only one that has to cry This time, So there's no use shedding them for me Sometimes, I wish I knew How to disappear completely So no one would remember my voice Have no memories with me I feel like life Would merrily move along If I were just simply Gone                      Gone     Gone.
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Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
How To Disappear Completely
Nung araw na nagtapat ako Totoo ba yung sinabi mo? Nalaman ng buong klase Alam mo bang nasaktan rin ako? Kinabukasan nagulat ako dahil di nagbago ang tingin mo Kahit na inaasar ka ng mga barkada mo Nilapitan mo pa nga ako Ngunit ako 'tong si tanga na umiwas sayo Ilang araw ang nakalipas Patuloy pa rin ako sa pag iwas Pilit nila tayong pinag usap Ngunit ayoko pa ring kumalas Sa bawat paglapit mo saakin Mas lalong naguguluhan ang aking damdamin Bakit ba patuloy mo pa rin akong pinapansin? Kung sinabi mo nang wala kang pakialam sa'kin
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
Matapos Ang Pag Amin
sometimes I wish I had cancer then people would send me flowers, and get well soon cards. but I am bipolar so when I am sick I suffer alone, ashamed because too many times people synonymously use my illness for crazy. -please stop
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 9:57 PM UTC
mental health
My mind is abuzz, Like a hummingbird does. It can't be still, And it was my will To make everything so, Because how will I know The outer limits of my essence Without spiritual lessons? Self-taught, fear not, Happiness is sought Through a curious burn. The lessons I learn From engaging my mind, Is that I am not blind To tuning into frequencies, And avoiding delinquencies With each new experience, Learning to control delerience. My inner being thirsts For a gift labeled a curse. I want to break these chains, Be more than insane. I want to be free To be the real me. Every great individual Has ideas that are sensational. So say what you will, I will have these spiritual spills, That shakes where I dwell, And brings me out of my shell. I have the right to engage With my mind, uncaged. Hummingbirds die If they are caged inside.
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
Hummingbird
The first time I truly stepped into the mystic For a suspended period Those close to me watched with amused Concern Later on I would find out that this place was called hypo-mania A lower energy level than mania Recognized by the p-doc's as a creative place But also a place of warning Cause what comes next? Mania For me it was spiritual; I was playing in the aether I was living the Tao; I instinctively called it Source I was studying to be a scientist at the time So this didn't make a lot of sense The data didn't support the hypothesis Had I just eaten one to many mushrooms as a teenager? I already had a psychiatrist I was being treated for ADHD He had prescribed something called Concerta An amphetamine; a psycho-stimulant At many points along the journey I cursed the day I ever heard of psychiatry I'm sure that the neuro-chemical pathways opened up by Concerta Had something to do with my awakening Those first days near Source made me realize I needed some guidelines Mine were informed by my indigenous heritage Only take what you need (i.e. sip, don't gulp from the River Tao) Find your foundation: my rock was integrity, eventually leading to authenticity Even with these guidelines, I couldn't maintain the healthy place they were calling hypo-mania I had too much toxicity in the relationships around me I couldn't fully elucidate what I was seeing and feeling And my 7 kettles were on a full rolling boil I was draining myself I drove myself into madness I was trying to sip from source and live my truth But I wasn't honouring the nature of the Tao It was Helter Skelter: 'So you go back to the top of the slide And you turn and you go for a ride And I get to the bottom and I see you again' Over the next 3 years I would lay down what I now think of as my 4 pillars; four hospitalizations Well over one hundred days in the Cuckoo's Nest The first hospitalization I went happily I was going to teach and inspire the sickies It's hard to get healthy in a place of illness, though I came out still a little hypo-manic but went into a deep, dark depression After finding out what those around me really thought The second hospitalization, I went against my will The doctor's were inconsistent, I found flaws in their logic They looked at me like I was a flaw They tried to prescribe health at me; I told them to **** off At that point I was not happy with the Canadian health care system Health, first and foremost, was a public good This ******* the individual's rights I wasn't a danger to myself or others but I was a risk so there goes 70 days of my life I was fortunate to have the support of some important people They made sure my finances, among other things, were maintained as I tried to make it back to the ordinary After my second hospitalization I really began to delve into the idea of holistic healthcare It was after my second hospitalization that I made my first Hero's Journey I was playing the role of a white blood cell for Gaia I had my first three sweats within a month of each other I met many shaman and I'm pretty sure I began my own residency I put 10,000 km on my trusty steed Chasing windmills Sancho Panza by my side < --- -- - Vancouver, NYC, Los Angeles, 'da bridge - -- --- > My third hospitalization was the third act of this Hero's Journey I was pushing it, reckless; I stopped taking my prescribed medicine I ended up in the City of Angels of all places Straight outta Compton! My fourth hospitalization (and final pillar) was last summer This time I ended up in Billings, Montana The American model places the onus of health on the individual I could have stepped out of that hospital at any point but I now had the wisdom to know what I did and did not need Even though I speak of four pillars There is always a fifth element Her; the one She woke me up to my soul's purpose We met shortly before my fourth hospitalization (You've got to use the fourth, Aaron) She was a stranger in many ways Still is but why does she feel so familiar? She walked me through Dante's Inferno She had spent time in her own non-ordinary reality She left behind a map and published it Through her bravery, I was able to find my way out of the inferno And through her bravery, I was able to publish my map
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
A Non-Ordinary Reality
The first time I truly stepped into the mystic For a suspended period Those close to me watched with amused Concern Later on I would find out that this place was called hypo-mania A lower energy level than mania Recognized by the p-doc's as a creative place But also a place of warning Cause what comes next? Mania For me it was spiritual; I was playing in the aether I was living the Tao; I instinctively called it Source I was studying to be a scientist at the time So this didn't make a lot of sense The data didn't support the hypothesis Had I just eaten one to many mushrooms as a teenager? I already had a psychiatrist I was being treated for ADHD He had prescribed something called Concerta An amphetamine; a psycho-stimulant At many points along the journey I cursed the day I ever heard of psychiatry I'm sure that the neuro-chemical pathways opened up by Concerta Had something to do with my awakening Those first days near Source made me realize I needed some guidelines Mine were informed by my indigenous heritage Only take what you need (i.e. sip, don't gulp from the River Tao) Find your foundation: my rock was integrity, eventually leading to authenticity Even with these guidelines, I couldn't maintain the healthy place they were calling hypo-mania I had too much toxicity in the relationships around me I couldn't fully elucidate what I was seeing and feeling And my 7 kettles were on a full rolling boil I was draining myself I drove myself into madness I was trying to sip from source and live my truth But I wasn't honouring the nature of the Tao It was Helter Skelter: 'So you go back to the top of the slide And you turn and you go for a ride And I get to the bottom and I see you again' Over the next 3 years I would lay down what I now think of as my 4 pillars; four hospitalizations Well over one hundred days in the Cuckoo's Nest The first hospitalization I went happily I was going to teach and inspire the sickies It's hard to get healthy in a place of illness, though I came out still a little hypo-manic but went into a deep, dark depression After finding out what those around me really thought The second hospitalization, I went against my will The doctor's were inconsistent, I found flaws in their logic They looked at me like I was a flaw They tried to prescribe health at me; I told them to **** off At that point I was not happy with the Canadian health care system Health, first and foremost, was a public good This ******* the individual's rights I wasn't a danger to myself or others but I was a risk so there goes 70 days of my life I was fortunate to have the support of some important people They made sure my finances, among other things, were maintained as I tried to make it back to the ordinary After my second hospitalization I really began to delve into the idea of holistic healthcare It was after my second hospitalization that I made my first Hero's Journey I was playing the role of a white blood cell for Gaia I had my first three sweats within a month of each other I met many shaman and I'm pretty sure I began my own residency I put 10,000 km on my trusty steed Chasing windmills Sancho Panza by my side < --- -- - Vancouver, NYC, Los Angeles, 'da bridge - -- --- > My third hospitalization was the third act of this Hero's Journey I was pushing it, reckless; I stopped taking my prescribed medicine I ended up in the City of Angels of all places Straight outta Compton! My fourth hospitalization (and final pillar) was last summer This time I ended up in Billings, Montana The American model places the onus of health on the individual I could have stepped out of that hospital at any point but I now had the wisdom to know what I did and did not need Even though I speak of four pillars There is always a fifth element Her; the one She woke me up to my soul's purpose We met shortly before my fourth hospitalization (You've got to use the fourth, Aaron) She was a stranger in many ways Still is but why does she feel so familiar? She walked me through Dante's Inferno She had spent time in her own non-ordinary reality She left behind a map and published it Through her bravery, I was able to find my way out of the inferno And through her bravery, I was able to publish my map
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My Bipolar Disorder is a stout-bodied mammal with horns and cloven hooves. There are two types of My Bipolar Disorder: Domestic, and Mountain. My Bipolar disorder typically spends its days grazing on grasses My Bipolar Disorder will dig depressions in the ground to sleep, rest, and bathe in. My Bipolar disorder is super social during the winter, and tends to go solo during the summer. My Bipolar Disorders tail usually points up! (Unless it is frightened or sick) My Bipolar Disorder is extremely Curious and Intelligent. Once My bipolar disorder has discovered a weakness in its fence, it will exploit it repeatedly. There are over 300 distinct breeds of My Bipolar Disorder. Within' minutes of being born, my Bipolar Disorder is up and walking around. My bipolar disorder used to live in the white house with Abraham Lincoln. One day an ethiopian Herder walked in on My Bipolar Disorder liteally bouncing off of cliff walls because it just Discovered Coffee. My Bipolar Disorder has four stomachs The horns of My Bipolar Disorder are typically removed to reduce injury to humans. My Bipolar disorder will explore anything new or unfamiliar in its surroundings, mainly with its mouth and tongue. My bipolar disorder readily reverts to the wild if given the opportunity. My Bipolar Disorder is more susceptible to Parasites and other infectious diseases when it is mismanaged. My bipolar disorder has had a lingering connection with Satanism and pagan religions My Bipolar Disorder is considered a "clean" animal by jewish dietary laws. According to Zeus As long as you leave it's bones whole, My Bipolar disorder will keep coming back to life.
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
My Bipolar Disorder
My Bipolar Disorder is a stout-bodied mammal with horns and cloven hooves. There are two types of My Bipolar Disorder: Domestic, and Mountain. My Bipolar disorder typically spends its days grazing on grasses My Bipolar Disorder will dig depressions in the ground to sleep, rest, and bathe in. My Bipolar disorder is super social during the winter, and tends to go solo during the summer. My Bipolar Disorders tail usually points up! (Unless it is frightened or sick) My Bipolar Disorder is extremely Curious and Intelligent. Once My bipolar disorder has discovered a weakness in its fence, it will exploit it repeatedly. There are over 300 distinct breeds of My Bipolar Disorder. Within' minutes of being born, my Bipolar Disorder is up and walking around. My bipolar disorder used to live in the white house with Abraham Lincoln. One day an ethiopian Herder walked in on My Bipolar Disorder liteally bouncing off of cliff walls because it just Discovered Coffee. My Bipolar Disorder has four stomachs The horns of My Bipolar Disorder are typically removed to reduce injury to humans. My Bipolar disorder will explore anything new or unfamiliar in its surroundings, mainly with its mouth and tongue. My bipolar disorder readily reverts to the wild if given the opportunity. My Bipolar Disorder is more susceptible to Parasites and other infectious diseases when it is mismanaged. My bipolar disorder has had a lingering connection with Satanism and pagan religions My Bipolar Disorder is considered a "clean" animal by jewish dietary laws. According to Zeus As long as you leave it's bones whole, My Bipolar disorder will keep coming back to life.
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Before I leave Please know I Only Loved you when I Absolutely knew Reality was long gone Don't believe In much Since you left Or how to cry Really it's just too Difficult to Even Recognize your face
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
BiPolar Disorder