Poetry Introduction
Life through the Eyes of the Ill
By Phoebe CarmichaelPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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"The road to success is always rocky."
Mental illness is like a drug. Can't live with it, can't live without it. It latches on to your morals and values and refuses to let go until it has control of you. Makes you question not only your sanity, but how willing you are to move forward. Sometimes you stare out from the front porch and ask yourself "How did I get here?". Physically and mentally speaking. Trying to heal yourself is like grasping for the rose covered in thorns. You know peace will come but first you must encounter the turbulence.
My name is Phoebe Anneliese Carmichael. I am a 19 year old writer struggling with manic depressive bipolar schizophrenia. This is my life through poetry.
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