Bipolar Disorder Support Group
Bipolar disorder is not just a single disorder, but a category of mood disorders marked by periods of abnormally high energy and euphoria, often accompanied by bouts of clinical depression. This is the place to talk about your experience with bipolar disorder, learn from others' experiences, and find support.
Here is a "Poem" that I wrote for my wife when I was trying to discribe what was in my pitiful brain. Feel free to take shots - all in fun anyway. Do any of you have short items that can be posted?
"The Tiger"
Can hold it no longer
Always seems its getting stronger
Just one short moment
A moment of release
Now thats better
Now for some peace
It doesnt run away
It turns just to stay
It tears it claws
It rips it gnaws
Must get hold again
Must stop the pain
Must hold tight
Must continue the fight
I hold it tight
It cannot fight
I am scarred and bleeding
The damage is done
Hurting family hurting friends
I must hold it
It never ends
I can hold it now
All is ok
It is getting stronger
Cant hold it much longer
It is getting stronger
Can hold it no longer
"The Tiger"
Can hold it no longer
Always seems its getting stronger
Just one short moment
A moment of release
Now thats better
Now for some peace
It doesnt run away
It turns just to stay
It tears it claws
It rips it gnaws
Must get hold again
Must stop the pain
Must hold tight
Must continue the fight
I hold it tight
It cannot fight
I am scarred and bleeding
The damage is done
Hurting family hurting friends
I must hold it
It never ends
I can hold it now
All is ok
It is getting stronger
Cant hold it much longer
It is getting stronger
Can hold it no longer
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I have been here before, a long long time ago and now I am back.Forgive me for not just saying what I want to say,even under a triple dose of antidepressants it is still raw and seeping and I am hesitant at revealing it as at least under the bandages around my heart I don,t have to look at how raw and wounded.My child was cleaved from my heart by his own actions. my child of ten,turning eleven...
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Has anyone tried these supplements? Do they give MGers more quality of life by improving memory and overall well being?Thanks!Barbel
i've seen much on my journey. beautiful things, evil things. i've heard the first cry of life. i've watched the last breath be taken. i've cried many tears for hurts i've suffered. i've been betrayed. i've listened to my laughter echo thru time. i've gathered joys and held tight to them. i've felt love so powerful i couldn't sustain it. i've lost people who helped lead me thru life. i've seen wind run thru the trees. i've heard pines sing mournful songs. i've witnessed the death of autumn. i've felt the cold hatred of winter. spring is always a surprise to me. summer refuses to bring me soothing breezes. i've carried heavy loads only to learn i can lay them down. i've seen the grace of God. i've felt the touch of demons. i've known my heart to shatter. i knew when it healed. i've reached out and received help. i've been destroyed by trust. i've experienced lust. i've accepted lonliness. i have died a thousand deaths. i have lived but once.
~pw~
i don't know what it all means, this life i live. where do i begin and where do i end? how do i know who to love and who to hate? what is trust? does it exist? am i floating thru this journey without anyway to change my destiny? i'm lost to this disease that echoes thru me. it consumes my mind and keeps me chained. some days i smile some days i fall into a million little pieces. no one can put me back together. i take my pills and wait for the miracle. it never comes. the chemicals flow thru my body and alters who i am. i am not alive. i merely exist thru my disease. i am bipolar. bipolar is me. it merged with me and created a new entity from who i should have been.
~~pw~~
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What secrets lurk behind these bars of clay?
No one shall ever know.
Because these secrets are me, and I am these secrets.
It moves with ponderous steps
Along the paths of Gods Acre,
Never stopping, even Slowing
To leave a Testament to the Wreckage.
The Grave Digger persists,
Plunging in, scooping out,
Like rooting swine,
Scrap Searching and Heaving Noisily.
The upheaval of Frailty spawns its
Pleasure, as it touches the steel cold of
Death, and moves on.