…of living with Bipolar Disorder.

Just like a shifting emotions sea. In its depths, I feel the highs and lows that collide and flee. Both cruel and kind, I dance to the beat of euphoria, where dreams amplify. A roar of creativity as manic waves crash along the shore. I’m uncontained, my thoughts racing like wildfire. Unrestrained with infinite possibilities. My world is my canvas allowing poems to take shape. But as the pendulum starts to swing into the abyss, a heavy fog engulfs my soul, draining the warmth that once resided. Pain cripples its way into my heart. It strings along, and through every heartbeat, it demands to be felt. Days turn into grey shadows. Tears turn into rivers that ache for respite. Like an arid desert. The skies, although bright baby blue, are littered with grey clouds. The sun is shining, but there’s lightning. Desert flowers try to bloom, but wildfires roar. It’s like a damp towel that never dries. Every day provides infinite possibilities. Both are defined by mania and crippling depression, joy and sadness. Possibilities are endless in this never-ending whirlwind. Yet within this tumultuous symphony, a flickering light emerges as strength leads me through the tempest, refusing to cave. Through medication, therapy, and care, I face the challenges and the battles that dare. My mind echoes with voices of support, reminding me that I am not alone in this fight. Bipolar disorder is a lifelong journey of peaks and valleys, both dark and bright. But I know that within every struggle, resilience blooms, soars, and breaks the chains that stigma holds. 

~ To My Constant Support System, Thank you.