This blog entry is a creative entry based upon the experience of bipolar disorder and may contain triggering content for some.
Mania Mania,
get out of my cranium
If this keeps on going,
I will turn into an alien.
You think you've got me in your grip
but i'm calling up my atriums,
They're pumping around my body
some olanzapine and lithium
Or else I'll try and rectify
through a dash of abilify,
I'm sure that this disqualifies
me from turning into a spy.
Eyes wide open,
they stay wide open.
And that's the way they're staying
even if I feel broken.
Sick of counting sheep,
now they're all spinning in my mind.
When my head hits the pillow,
that's when it all unwinds.
No matter how hard I try,
I might lie and think I'm fine.
But I know that deep inside
my brain is well and truly fried.
- the bipolar talker
Disclaimer
This blog post entails a creative piece based off the experience of bipolar disorder. If you are experiencing any of the symptoms mentioned in the entry or feel concerned, contact your GP or call the Mental Health Access Line on 1800 011 511. In the case of an emergency, call 000.
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