Is there a place for us?

At times I think I can go full steem (steam) ahead. Often, I soon realize that maybe I jumped too soon. I am in such a weird and obscure point of my life. I wanted to live and become an artist. Maybe I am just crazy, I honestly believed I could write for a living. Truthfully I still believe it is possible. I decided I was going to be an artist, to make my own path. Well something was off and now facing homelessness, vehicle repossession and fighting daily depression, I just want to be an artist.

How can I change my life? I ask so many questions, pray for help, but amidst racing thoughts, my mind is so empty. Overdosed on my dreams.... I'm not dead, but I appear to be a crackhead. My mind is open and I don't think like anyone else. They say I went manic and I know when I'm depressed. Bipolar disorder, I am warring myself.

Grandiose ideas is a sign that I lost it. But to think outside the box, we get out of pocket. Pray tell, will I be successful in business? As a crazy statistic, do I pull up my britches? Perhaps I was over the top, exposed my breasts and how they flopped. Social media truly meant a lot. Someone posted that I was spreading herpes on Facebook, the post is still there take a look. I was even inboxed to kill myself, infected, rejected, broke, but I just want to be an artist.

I just want to create.