By Chemene You never really know yourself until you experience depression. It forces you to examine and re-examine your thoughts, your fears, your love, tests your limits and it breaks your boundaries. It made me realise I’m still searching for love – the love I wasn’t given as a child. Continue Reading
My mother spoke to me – My bipolar journey, part 2
By Joe Doyle I visited my mother’s grave on my 22nd birthday. As I stood there praying and talking quietly to her, every hair on my body rose. I believe that my mother spoke to me: she was there for a brief time. Inspiration for my songs I finished my Continue Reading