July 1st, 2017 – Musical Truths

You saw my pain washed out in the rain
Broken glass, saw the blood run from my veins
But you saw no fault, no cracks in my heart
And you knelt beside my hope torn apart

But the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view
We’ll live a long life

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
‘Cause oh that gave me such a fright
But I will hold as long as you like
Just promise me we’ll be alright

So lead me back, turn south from that place
And close my eyes to my recent disgrace
‘Cause you know my call
And we’ll share my all
And our children come and they will hear me roar

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
‘Cause oh that gave me such a fright
But I will hold as long as you like
Just promise me we’ll be alright

But hold me still, bury my heart on the coals
And hold me still, bury my heart next to yours

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
‘Cause oh that gave me such a fright
But I will hold on with all of my might
Just promise me we’ll be alright

But the ghosts that we knew made us black and all blue
But we’ll live a long life

And the ghosts that we knew will flicker from view
And we’ll live a long life

April 8th, 2017 – Musical Truths

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame…

…But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed

November 19th, 2016 – Musical Truths

Well I know it gets harder every single day
And I know my darkness will never go away

It’s hard when you’re living and you don’t feel much
And you’re down and you’re hoping that things are gonna change

Oh we don’t know the roads that we’re heading down
We don’t know if we’re lost, that we’ll find a way
We don’t know if we leave, will we make it home
We don’t know, there’s hope, then we’ll be okay

And some say it gets brighter
We just have to wait
Mother mother, I can feel your heart break
Burning through me every single day

It’s hard when you’re living and you don’t feel much
And you’re down and you’re hurting ’cause you don’t feel loved
It’s hard when you’re living and you don’t feel much
And you’re down and you’re hoping that things are gonna change

Oh we don’t know the roads that we’re heading down
We don’t know if we’re lost, that we’ll find a way
We don’t know if we leave, will we make it home
We don’t know, there’s hope, then we’ll be okay
Oh there’s something in my mind that’s killing me
There’s something that this life’s not giving me
Would you say

Present Day, November 18th, 2016

It was pressed upon my mind today to let you know that this is not storytelling.

This is me telling you my story.

There is a difference you see. With each post. With each memory. There is a weight. A depth. More times than not, a journeying back to places of darkness and desperation that I never knew I would go.

And not just for me. For others. Others like my wife. Who walks with me each and every day, but for 12 days in particular felt as if she was walking alone. Frightened. Hope dying. Her world crumbling.

As I sift through the notes. The emails. The text messages. There will be times when a pause will be required. Some longer than others. Times to gather myself and make sure I am not overcome by the potential for sorrow and shame. Times to check in emotionally and confirm that the reflecting doesn’t become my reality. Times to remember that who I was at that moment is not someone I ever have to be again.

I enjoy writing. It is therapeutic. But it also is a way for me to try and step outside myself and help others. Help others struggling with mental illness to know that the demons that haunt them are not theirs alone. Help others sharing the journey with a bipolar loved one know that their life is worth fighting for…even when they can’t fight for it themselves.

Help anyone else that comes across this blog understand that we are not perpetrators of random violence…free loaders of a government aid system…people without real jobs, families, and lives…or selfish bastards only thinking of themselves in their desires to end their own lives.

We are real people, desperate for healing, haunted by relentless demons, wrestling with minds that operate in a way we would never wish on our worst enemy.

We are not storytellers.

We are people with stories.