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Christie F.

Welcome to my blog. I have been journal writing for years. I took a course in Creative writing and found I enjoy writing short stories and poetry. I write more when I am hypomanic or manic.
I went into Rehab for Alcohol Addictions and have been sober for fourteen years.
Shortly after I quit drinking I was diagnosed with Bipolar 2, I have since been diagnosed with Bipolar 1.
I enjoy talking about my story, for people to learn or relate. I try and have a healthy lifestyle and try to use my coping strategies. Life is just too boring without Bipolar, it is a blessing but yet sometimes a curse.
I am currently working on a book and dream of publishing one day.
I am so excited to have found Wordpress.
This is my new adventure.

Blog-I Miss My Daughter

Sadness I broke down. It’s been a couple of months now that my daughter decided she was more stable at her Dad’s. Which is a complete turnaround as she had never been close to her dad, but I guess, well they are now. For those of you following me, you […]

Full Blue Moon- A Poem

For four days  My brow was furrowed Eyes full of sorrow The energy suddenly appeared Seeds planted and cleared For the nighttime sun Feeds the energy and I won. For everything I have felt My thoughts that were not svelte Came and went away On this very day It followed […]

Pulling Out The Weeds- A Poem

Covered in cotton Eyes blackened with soot Wars I have fought in Leaning on wrong foot Pulled out the weeds Found the special one Instructions that freed Standing in the sun Shooting stars ready now Grabbing at chances fear Earning a small bow Midnight sun so near I started today […]

Middle of the night blog

It’s really too late as I sit tucked into the couch. I like sleeping on the couch, mainly because I feel closer to kids both of them at the same time, The other reason is I don’t like to sleep in my bed by myself. I am afraid of the […]

The Marionette

(The Marionette) The mad man glances at me No way I can set myself free Guided only by his hand He tries to make me stand For my fear, doesn’t fit his suit That brings me to his beck and call He tells me what to do but I fall […]

Just a Blog

November 2, 2020 It has been such a long time since I have last done a “blog” style post.  It seems I have been so busy, trying to live, trying to function. It has been a hard go over the last few months. One of my last blogs was the […]

Freedom

Freedom Ⅰ  With my cup held high I look beyond the sunshine Feelings of this cannot Sustain this trip Overstuffed my grey travel bag, brimming at the seams I put everything I had in there Even my ghosts and those with hollow eyes that I see in my dreams Fearless […]

The Tides- A Poem

A letter to Anne Sexton Confessional poetry I too have felt the strain of the heavy shackles that held me tight  Far away from the lock and key Thoughts as dark as night No peace to be found I see those hideous creatures all around They barf in our brain […]

Mirror Image

A letter to Sylvia Plath Confessional poem. I too, in the mirror image of you, have  been bestowed a gift of pride and joy  Wrapped in pretty things like ribbon and lace. A sheer delight. So they say. Chaos crashing in my mind Drowning out any peace Flooding the ground […]