Happy writing 

There once was a girl so scared and weak.She dreamt of death, of horror and lived in a world in which no one could hear her speak.

Ever so frightened she took the world on head first, she knew it could blow up in her face, but still, she didn’t expect the worst.
“Things will work out, things will be fine.”
She said she just needed a little more time.

Shouted and fought with all her will, she kept her hopes high and took every god damned prescribed pill.

She bided her time and forged her internal might.

And all that mattered now was that she eventually rose above and realised she’d won the fight. above and realised she’d won the fight. 

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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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