dear bipolar disorder,
i try to not let you affect me but the wind you carry is so strong and i’m a tree with weak roots. i fall so easily, i keep falling to the same old cycle. im constantly switching between manic and depressive episodes.
oh mania! oh how i get fooled by you everytime you visit. you constantly fool me into thinking that i’m invincible, that i’m powerful and that i don’t need the meds i’m taking. you steal away my sense of self control when you’re around. you’re addicting, like a drug. when you leave and the warmth of depression wraps around me, i start to crave you more.
depression, oh you big black dog! you also constantly fool me by making me think you’re a sense of comfort. you fill me with the darkest thoughts and so much fear and anxiety but i’m so used to you that i start defining myself by those thoughts.
bipolar, you fucked me up. you took away years from my life. i was never the same ever since you came around but i also no longer recall a life without you.
kind regards,
lisa
