These dreams… — Cristian Mihai

cropped-banner2Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?

“Most people will spend their lives doing jobs that they don’t particularly enjoy, and will eventually save up enough money to stop doing those jobs just in time to start dying instead. Don’t be one of those people. There’s a difference between living, and just surviving. Do something that you love, and find someone to love who loves that you love what you do.
It really is that simple.
And that hard.” – John Connolly

I believe that most of us crave adventure. We want our lives to make us feel. We crave the bittersweet excitement brought on by uncertainty.


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Affirmations for the Resistance #5

Politics, The Resistance I’m an American; my country is built by every race from every nation in the World
As of 2015, 14% of the United States’ population is foreign born, compared to just 5% in 1965. Nearly 39 million immigrants have come to the US since 1965, with most coming from Asia and Latin America. World Population Review

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Time, paused between the clicks of the second hand,

Clock on the toilet door,

In front of me


Hanging on every thought in me

I wouldn’t be long sitting on it…

To let, 200 dollars a week it clicked, tick tock…

Said the grandfather clock,

Antiques Roadshow…,

Material from another age, standing in someone’s hall

How long ago was this?

As long as a tick is from a tock

22nd may 2012

Andrew Blair

My Fourth Honest Post

( My husband has Bipolar Affective disorder,  brought on by his epilepsy. During episodes of Mania he experiences hallucination.  When depressed he hears people talking about him when they are not or may not be there. He has been Experiencing the depression since aged 17. He can be Paranoid, even against me- his wife…) This is the reason I reblogged this Post

My Fourth Honest Post

I have had a lot of time to reflect today. After last nights panic attack that almost landed me in the hospital, I spend most of the day in bed, mostly thinking about the causes of my anxiety.

It’s funny. I have been working toward so many goals this year. I started this blog because it was a requirement for a class I was taking. It was creating my writer’s platform. A place to share the parts of myself that were both as a writer and as someone with a mental illness. It has been an amazing journey for me. The people that have touched my life through their own sharing of their own stories.


I have tried to create a blog much like what The Bipolar Writer in the past, it has become over these past few months something I have never imagined. I had no expectations that this place would become a place to really talk about mental illness, not just my own story.

I never thought I would be an advocate. I mean three years ago I thoug..[ ]


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The Humility of Servant Leaders

‘1. Humble Leaders Lead by Listening.

2. Humble Leaders Never Stop Learning.

3. Humble Leaders Don’t Seek Power; It Seeks Them.

4. Humble Leaders Unite – They Don’t Divide.

5. Humble Leaders Delegate.

6. Humble Leaders Forgive.

7. Humble Leaders Admit Mistakes.

8. Humble Leaders Separate Themselves From the Office/Position They Occupy.

9. Humble Leaders Pull-Not-Push- Their Team Members.

10. Humble Leaders Pursue Causes Greater Than Themselves.’

Source: The Humility of Servant Leaders

MRI – am I senile?

I have been attending the Gerontology clinic and from there my Dr. sent me to have an MRI with contrast to check for visual signs of Alzheimer’s or senility/dementia. I have been having great difficulty in remembering names – nouns really, both proper and improper and seemed to have failed the test he gave me.

The results showed that there were no markers that would make me a candidate for dementia though there are some long words that need clarifying.

Above are just a few of the images culled from the viewer programme, Andrew fiddled with the settings for different effects.

written for me by Andrew