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, I'll start! Let's hear your self expressions!
I am that blade of grass that whence upon touched your lips.
In that pasture so green, air light with the fresh blooms of spring.
The one you played in as a child. Fresh with wonders unbound.
The wind upon your back is a reminder of me, for you to move forward always.
As you grow and feel as if no hope is left, look to the sky; youll see my face in the clouds.
I am your ancestor of old and your family of now.
You are everything I once was.
I pray for you to surpass me, to live a life I have only dreamt of.
I yearn for the moments of seeing you grow as girls into a women.
Becoming more beautiful and wise with each step through your kind-hearted treads.
Though I did not bear you, I could love you no more.
You are the everlasting sun on my back, even when the sky is dark.
You- both of you- are the center of my world.
As time goes on I pray that our bond gets stronger.
That not only am I an aunt, but a friend as well.
I hope to give you wisdom and advice.
I hope to protect you from the world abound.
I love you now and will love you always.
I am that blade of grass that whence upon touched your lips.
In that pasture so green, air light with the fresh blooms of spring.
The one you played in as a child. Fresh with wonders unbound.
The wind upon your back is a reminder of me, for you to move forward always.
As you grow and feel as if no hope is left, look to the sky; youll see my face in the clouds.
I am your ancestor of old and your family of now.
You are everything I once was.
I pray for you to surpass me, to live a life I have only dreamt of.
I yearn for the moments of seeing you grow as girls into a women.
Becoming more beautiful and wise with each step through your kind-hearted treads.
Though I did not bear you, I could love you no more.
You are the everlasting sun on my back, even when the sky is dark.
You- both of you- are the center of my world.
As time goes on I pray that our bond gets stronger.
That not only am I an aunt, but a friend as well.
I hope to give you wisdom and advice.
I hope to protect you from the world abound.
I love you now and will love you always.
I have faith
for no damn reason
the faith a piece of driftwood has
in the ocean
the faith a song has
on the breeze
the faith a flower bud has
that it will ever open
the faith a child has
that he will never die
For now I am stuck in a perpetual persuasion of people surrounding me.
Their words burden my back and break my soul.
Their actions articulate their actual accusations.
For now I am stuck in an world so wonderful, yet wasted.
People religiously take the right to ratify personal law.
People lie for the love of illegitimate peace.
For now I am stuck in backstabbing bewilderment of my own bravado.
I cant trust the treason of my own hopeless treads.
I cant stand the unbearable unbalance of my own unbridled mind.
For now I am only human.
In my mind
I am perfect
I see hope
I am no longer lost
I hear color
I see sounds
I taste love
I cry out of happiness
I am filled-the void is gone
I am whole
I am beautiful
I am still
That wise, ancient Willow surrounds and protects me.
During those days, I was free.
I let the biting bugs whisper fairy tales in my little ears.
The cascading braches made me feel like I was
The Queen of my fantasized whole universe.
Staring though the dense leafs, it seemed
Everything outside of my kingdom was false.
The setting sun cast shadows,
Ghosts that told me stories of the past.
Orange hued beams of light caught
Wrapped me in a cocoon
Of my past, present and future.
my teddy bear rests
on the hotel bed
on his side
like a well-loved book I have read
i do not remember
how long he has been
in my life
but he has seen me through sick and thin
and a forty-year-old
who carries around
a teddy bear
must not have her feet on the ground
but teddy on your face
I see you've been through
all the same hells
I have pushed myself through
with you
my teddy
shall I call you freddy?
no you shall have no human
name for your soul
is engraven in mine
and seeing you laying there
cockeyed, discarded
upon the pillows
oh teddy you remind me of me
so full of love, only blind eyes can see
pain makes me feel old
pain kills my soul