EVERYTHING  HAPPENS  WITH  PURPOSE

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When the seat in which I sit, the size of the earth in which I explore, becomes so beautiful that my mind can no longer accept it to be real, my reality becomes controlled by the very imagination that tries so hard to understand it.

 

I force myself to journey away from the very heaven I have found and I am left alone with myself and the ripple in the water in which my reflection lies. As I look into his being I find only ugliness as my mind cannot escape the eyes staring back. Fighting to choose whether to breathe, to live, and to keep my candle a flame as the world I share with my reflection smothers and blinds me from the universe in which I now feel abandoned, I have no choice but to decide.

Do I leave the knife where it lies, or take it, so that I can escape the heaven I no longer can find? The universe, through all this, I fear, more than anything. My life, through all this, I hate even more.

 

 

 

This book is a conversation I had with myself.

Art   can make your thoughts beautiful, when your mind is ugly.

PURCHASE  my book,  "A Man With Glasses".

 

The words throughout kept me alive during my darkest hour. When I reached out for help, wanting nothing more than to end my own life, I had a conversation. This book is that dialogue's response. This book gave me purpose. This book kept me awake, and helped me fall asleep. This book helped me battle my mental illness and accept being bipolar.

 

This book could help you.

 

" A    MAN    I TH    GL A SSES "    is the work of art that I created, so that I would want to be alive. I found meaning in life, and I now love life because of it. This book was inspired by a friend, who assured me to be patient, for one day I would see the clear blue again. It's sunny as I write this, and it's funny, because the blue is all around, and right now I am happy.

 

 

Th day I met the mayor of Brampton, Linda Jeffrey, and she showed that she believes in me!

M Y

 

 

 


M I N D

 

 

 


U N E D I T E D

 
I  AM   BIPOLAR
 
I have  DOCUMENTED MY STRUGGLE  . . . . . 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I have lost my mind on too many occasions and lost touch with reality because of it. I have lost sight of the clear blue sky far too often, and lost hope because of it.
 
 
When I was 7 my mom got this illness too. She is no longer here because this illness shortened her   life.
 
 
I will  not let this  illness                                          shorten mine..
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I AM IN CONTROL and I will do everything in my power to manage and maintain that control. I have a support system and I have a psychiatrist who I thank for saving my     LIFE.
 
When you have a mental illness your reality is blurred. I have a mental illness but I have found my glasses, and I am a man because of it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
This book is a chapter of my mind, UNEDITED.
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