Author Archives: bipolarsojourner

About bipolarsojourner

i have struggled with episodic depression for years. i then received a diagnosis of being bipolar, only to find out i didn’t. ends up my psychiatrist really meant to say that multiple bouts of depression are often best treated like bipolar. i had already started this blog as bipolar sojourner and didn't want to switch it over. i am documenting my journeys through my depression jungle.

tatoosh range

friendship-a special kind of love

as i often do, when i see a new reader like or comment about one of my posts, i go read some of their work. having gotten a like from silent amour. i checked out one of her post. in regrets. she states, “they say that if you truly love someone, you can never really unlove them.” reead more about love and frienship

blue boat getting away?

snoqualimie fall- part deux

been a busy week around here. here are the nature, mostly (not unless you consider Mary my honey bunny) photos i found good enough for the viewing public.

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snoqualimie falls from the top
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This is a little side falls
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it is springtime in the lowland of the pacific northwest
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these are just a few days further along
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the most grows so thick hear, fears can use it as a toehold
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look, at bunny! no, its Mary. the falls has a power plant and this is an old apparatus from it

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the falls from base level

red barn

what is it about fear?

the other day i wrote a post frightened. it did not register even a read. maybe it was because i forget to stick in my more tag, so people could read the whole post in email, or in the archive. maybe it was wordpress’s less than solid reader counter system. maybe people had real fear about frightened so they stayed away. Continue reading

bird in the reeds

somewhere between heaven and hell

so, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell…

roger/gilmour waters

i’ve seen my heaven and i’ve seen my hell. heaven occupied much of my early life, before my long and deep depression. sure, the golden streets didn’t exist and i didn’t really need them. things seldom seemed to go as planed, but as the story goes, that’s life. i could find at least some satisfaction in what i did and what i had become. sure, i had my depressive struggles, but I for the most part could manage.

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