Withering 

She was withering under all the pressure.

Her heart set alight with passion, but no way to pursue the fire, as it was constantly being doused out.

She was hypervigilant always and ever so tired from it all. 

It was as if mental illness succumbed her entire being, at times.

Trauma was calling the shots and it seemed a lot like it would never end for her. 

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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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