Writing As A Form Of Therapy

You write very well @bipolarbunny. Thanks for sharing some of it with us here 😊

@TideisTurning Thank you and my pleasure.
have a wonderful night.
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Thank you for sharing @bipolarbunny ❤

My husband has bipolar

My pleasure @Shaz51 If there's ever anything you think I might be able to help with or any questions you might have. Feel free to sing out. I'm happy to help or share in any way I can. It's a daunting illness. But it can be pretty special too. ❤️

Being Bipolar

Being bipolar...

It’s losing jobs, it’s losing friends,

It’s feeling like the journey ends,

Before it has a chance to start,

It rips your heart and soul apart.

Being bipolar...

It opens up a frightening world,

Where stigma’s ignorance is hurled,

By those without a clue or thought,

For what is faced or must be fought.

Being bipolar...

It’s sleeping days, it’s sleepless nights,

It’s contemplating fight or flight,

From everything that haunts each bend,

Not days, nor weeks, but years on end.

Being bipolar...

It’s dealing with the side effects,

Of meds and foggy intellect,

It’s flying with a broken wing,

It’s being numb to everything.

Being bipolar...

It’s cognitive belligerence,

That leaves you sitting on the fence,

Confused and shattered, high and loud,

Engaged in life, beneath a shroud.

Being bipolar...

It’s racing fast, it’s stopping dead,

It’s everything you’ve hoped and bled,

You can’t be beat, you always crash,

Your life is bliss, it’s in the trash.

Being bipolar...

It’s talking cause you cannot quit,

It’s hours staring where you sit,

It’s minutes feeling petrified,

Forever knowing you can’t hide.

Being bipolar...

It’s manic in the afterglow,

Depression, with no place to go,

Impulsive, the admission price,

Is dancing through the fire and ice.

Being bipolar...

It’s learning who you truly are,

The truth, the hope, the falling star,

The introspection which is key,

In setting your emotions free.

© BB - 02 Nov 2020

One for all my courageous new friends in the forums!

Let’s Do It

Let’s bite off more than we can chew,

Let’s shed the doubt and start anew,

Let’s climb the mountains in our path,

Let’s revel in the aftermath.

Let’s make a list and smash some goals,

Let’s fill up all those empty holes,

Let’s shoot our star into the sky,

Let’s spread our wings and truely fly.

Let’s gallop onward to the post,

Let’s fill our glass and make a toast,

Let’s run until our lungs might burst,

Let’s drink until we quench our thirst.

Let’s travel onward to our dreams,

Let’s wake the dead with joyous screams,

Let’s cross those finish lines with pride,

Let’s face our fears, instead of hide.

Let’s hold the future in our hands,

Let’s dream of racing foreign lands,

Let’s write of our amazing quest,

Let’s strive to always be our best.

Let’s be the change we want to see,

Let’s chase our purpose endlessly,

Let’s find a place where we belong,

Let’s always sing our favourite song.

Let’s be the soul we want to be,

Let’s pave our way to liberty,

Let’s set the task and see it through,

Let’s bite off more than we can chew.

© BB - 27 Nov 2020

Hi @bipolarbunny . I'm a Community Guide here and I've just come across your poem titled And Just Like That. All I can I say is 'Wow!' That poem is amazing forumite! I am so touched by it and the feeling and thoughts you've expressed have had an immense impact on me despite the fact I don't have bipolar. I have depression, schizophrenia and Borderline Personality Disorder instead which bring their own share of issues. I can't write poetry myself very well so I'm always amazed by people who do so as I believe these people have a special and unique talent with words and expression. You have shown this with your poem and I'm very glad you shared it here. Thank you 😊

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Bipolar

Diagonally parked in a parallel world,

Thoughts and emotions are recklessly hurled,

The sun is too loud, the clouds are too grey,

My mind is too busy, traversing the day.

Pressured to speak, my words run adrift,

Too high to be low and too low to exist,

Opposites yearning to take hold the reins,

Fire and ice consuming my veins.

Impulses stumbling out of control,

Frustration digging a dirty great hole,

Too tired to adult, too wired to care,

My eyes fogging over, entranced in a stare.

Nightmares, insomnia, robbing my sleep,

For most of the day, I crash in a heap,

Emotions tormented, my heart in a mess,

My mind left to deal with all of the stress.

Manic Depression, I’ll sleep when I’m dead,

There is no respite from the pain in my head,

That claws it’s way into the depths of my soul,

And rejoices at all of the life that it stole.

Stability failing, no balance in sight,

Night becomes day and day becomes night,

Tossing and turning, first up and then down,

Anger contorting a perilous frown.

Tumultuous silence, inaudible screams,

Night terrors, nightmares, anxiety dreams,

Sucked down the rabbit hole, waiting to hit,

The harrowing ground of this bottomless pit.

Shattered and broken, inescapable grief,

Helplessly watching, cause time is a thief,

That robs you of everything you ever knew,

Disrupting the image of you being you.

Diagonally parked in a parallel world,

Thoughts and emotions are recklessly hurled,

Hope and acceptance, it’s all just a farce,

I’m patiently waiting, for this too shall pass.

© BB - 18 Aug 2020

This poem came about because I would constantly apologise in therapy for everything, my moods, my zombie brain, my stammering & stuttering and after explaining something always asked if it made sense. I didn't realise how often I apologised for just being me until my Tdoc brought it up. So this became my homework and the following prose flooded out.

Sorry, Not Sorry

Confused by reality,

Shunned by the crowd,

Rejected, neglected,

Tumultuous shroud,

Misled by emotions,

Thoughts edgy and tense,

I’m sorry, not sorry,

Now is that making sense?

Coerced into action,

But frozen in time,

Tormented, demented,

Unfortunate rhyme,

Contrite and repentant,

Mind sits on the fence,

I’m sorry, not sorry,

Now is that making sense?

Dragged into the present,

But still hugging strife,

Deluded, secluded,

Exploiting my life,

Distressed and remorseful,

No joy to dispense,

I’m sorry, not sorry,

Now is that making sense?

Ignited by anger,

Exhausted by grief,

Embittered, acquitted,

Degenerate thief,

Embroiled and belittled,

Unhealthy expense,

I’m sorry, not sorry,

Now is that making sense?

Conditioned by madness,

Sedated by tears,

Frustrated, negated,

Surrounded by fears,

Embattled and wounded,

The pain is immense,

I’m sorry, not sorry,

Now is that making sense?

Connected by nothing,

Truncated by fate,

Ravenous, cavernous,

Mental health bait,

Dejected and lonely,

With no recompense,

I’m sorry, not sorry,

Now is that making sense?

© BB - 08 Sep 2020