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Nick age 13 (you can find him in our album) LOVES this song because he identifies with it and if you read
the lyrics, you might too. Thanks for sharing- Mom Torrey & Nick :)
Matchbox 20's, "Unwell"
Music courtesy of "Unwell"
All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing
voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
Hold on
Feeling
like I'm headed for a breakdown
And I don't know why
[Chorus]
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I
know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm
just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to
be...me
I'm talking to myself in public
Dodging glances on the train
And I know, I know they've all been talking
about me
I can hear them whisper
And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me
Out of all the hours
thinking
Somehow I've lost my mind
[Chorus]
But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now
you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little
impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me
And how I used to be
I've
been talking in my sleep
Pretty soon they'll come to get me
Yeah, they're taking me away
[Chorus]
But
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see
A
different side of me
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired
I know right now you don't care
But soon enough you're
gonna think of me
And how I used to be
Yeah, how I used to be
How I used to be
Well, I'm just a little unwell
How
I used to be
How I used to be
I'm just a little unwell
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Poem by: Tami Ouellette, who's children Cody & Keenan both suffer from BP & ADHD along with
some other illnesses.
Thanks for the gift of your creativity Tami.
It Was Permissable
It was permissible
To lock them away
Not now
With the knowledge
We have
It was permissible
To hold them down
Not now
Knowing they can
Thrive
It was permissible
To think them ignorent
Not now
That we know
They are brilliant
It was permissible
To blame them
Not now
It is proven
It is a disease
It was permissible
To deny
Their place in society
Not now
They are
Productive
It was permissible
To expect
Them to fail
Not now
As we watch
Them succeed
It was permissible
Not to know
Them
Not now
They are our
Friends, neighbors,
Even our children
It was permissible
To ingore
The problem
Not now
Mental illness touches
Everyones life
In one way or another
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MY OWN WAVES
I live my life on the beach's waters
riding waves I have to control.
My medicine is my surfboard
my emotions are in my soul.
When the wave is real high
I am the happiest guy
I can do anything, even fly
When the wave is low
my mind goes slow
nothing is good
I just don't want to go
Now I can surf
I use the surfboard
I use what I learned
about changing my thoughts
In my life there are no more
tidal waves
only me surfing forever
on medium waters.
By Travis Anthony Loehr
11 year old boy living with Early Onset Bipolar since age 7
Poem written by Travis on his way to speak to a group of elementary school teachers on the subject
of how he has dealt with Bipolar Disorder and how he continues to function very well despite this challenging obstacle.
Travis is also included in our Angel's photo album page.
Another great poem by Miss Tami
Love Shown In Silence
A love shown in silence
Gives the
Strength and hope
A mother needs
To carry on
You can see it
Any time you look
In their
Eyes, a smile or a touch
It is always there
In the
Most difficult times
A mother always
Knows it's there
Somewhere
Even during a rage
There often times
Is a look of desperation
In their eyes
That says "Help me!"
A glance or touch
May say it too
These desperate children
That don't understand
What is going on in their own brains
It can be said
With a desperate hug
After words said in
Anger and haste
"Help me!"
Tears may say what
The mouth cannot
"I'm sorry
For what I've done"
"I love you. Do you still love me?"
It is this silent love
That keeps us going
No matter how tough
It gets
A mothers love never dies
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