Nearing the final level,
A coinless Sonic is hit,
No lives left to revive him. . .
Game Over.
Start Over?
Yes / No
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How to live with Bipolar disorder symptoms from someone who actually has Bipolar Depression Disorder.
Running on Empty | Living with Bipolar
Just work your life away,
What is the harm in that?
Who has time for self-care,
When you can make money?
Continue reading “Running on Empty | Living with Bipolar”Medicated | Living with Bipolar 2
Wonder if I truly need them,
Ponder what changes due to them,
Fonder each day passes without them,
Absconder each night staring at them.
Continue reading “Medicated | Living with Bipolar 2”My Mind is Under New Management | Living with BPD & Bipolar
You did your job,
You protected the child.
You’re too good at your job,
I’m not a child anymore.
Continue reading “My Mind is Under New Management | Living with BPD & Bipolar”Content | Living with Bipolar Disorder
Author’s Note: This is the first time in 10 years I haven’t been in a depressive (or 5% of the time hypomanic) episode.
I forgot how this feels:
Content
The absence of external stimuli,
Coupled with a lack of internal.
And yet?
Not surrounded by misery,
Not consumed by fatigue,
Not drowned by disinterest.
Instead?
Continue reading “Content | Living with Bipolar Disorder”The 5th Time I Was Misdiagnosed | Living with BPD
Disclaimer: This poem DOES NOT mean you shouldn’t go to therapy! In fact, EVERYONE should go to therapy! However, if you think there is even a SLIGHT chance you have a personality disorder, GO TO AN EXPERT. Not a general therapist. Don’t make the same mistake I made 5 times. It took an expert 6 months to fully diagnose what 5+ years of various forms of therapy couldn’t even guess.
If you are a therapist, please read (or scroll) to the end for signs/clues you should know regarding the 9 symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder.
When it happens 5 times,
You’re pretty sure it’s reality.
You must just be evil.
You must just be broken.
You must just be worthless.
It isn’t a disorder,
It’s you.
That was the fear.
No, not a fear —
That was the reality.
A reality.
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