Falling

Sometimes my thoughts knock me around, to the point of an ever so long fall into the pits of negativity and depression. 

And although I have fallen before, each time I stood up with my dignity in tact, my mind a little wiser and my skin a little thicker. 

I will not be held hostage by fear of falling again. I simply won’t waste my time like that anymore, because it’s just another aspect of life. 

I refuse to be a person that lets their lowest moments define them – because I’m quite sure, that if that were the case, I’d be a goner. 

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About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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