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The Bipolar Flow

This blog entry is a creative narrative based upon the experience of bipolar disorder and may contain triggering content for some.


Flying high, then swooping low

It's the cycle that you know

You can do anything touch the sky

feel invincible but you're just a liar


When the night comes, there is no sleep

laughing loudly to weeping in a heart beat


When the docs ask are you okay,

you say "I'm really great, thanks",

watch them grab their slate.


"She's so excited" they all exclaim

"Incredibly positive" not knowing the

chemicals that have hijacked my brain


All the laughter, chatter and dancing

may seem fun at first

then hours pass, then days

weeks go by, even months at worst


To the urges of my being

I'm sick of being a slave

I'm begging on my knees*

ready to medicate.


& then day by day

you loosen up your grip

ready to say goodbye

& I know you're already waiting

for the next time I slip


that's not before the low tides

they return and you take a hit

they sweep you off your feet

until you're looking for a fix.


- 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 and 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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