Laughter and imagination can overcome any ill-felt sensations.

I'm Bipolar with PTSD there's no shortage of pain inside of me

My definition for GOD that works for me is “Pure Energy, Supreme Consciousness.” The highest resolution of pure energy we use is the sensation we call “love.

Love” is only a one syllable word but it’s the most powerful one mankind’s ever heard.

Every day in life we’re told who this is and who that is. But when we sit we’re all the same when we remove our hat.

99 % of the reason a person doesn't do something are 100% correct

I heard this when I was in the Air Force: “There’s never enough time to do the job right, but always enough time to do it over.

When it comes to most true bipolars, consider this thought: Genius by birth, bipolar by design.

Been under treatment for PTSD and bipolar since 1992. I’m not ashamed of my illness. I’ve been shunned by many and I feel for those shunned, too.

Many people say that psychiatrists just want to push drugs. Well I seriously have to say, without medication, I’d be locked up in a VA hospital somewhere.

The best way to overcome depression is to work it to death. Whether it be your body or your mind, just be active and some relief you’ll find.

What are you working towards everyday besides death?

The highest religion of human is the identity for which he is living rest is either one of the path or unnecessary fight.

I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.

I was once in captivity but now I am saved by grace.

He who has a generous eye will be blessed, for he gives of his bread to the poor (Proverbs 22:9).

Always there comes an hour when one is weary of one's work and devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.

To speak today of a famous novelist is like speaking of a famous cabinetmaker or speedboat designer. Adjective is inappropriate to noun.

There's always an adjective before my name, and it's never a nice one.

This is the way the world really ends: not with whimper but a desperate chuckle.

Well, I'm not a crook.