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.

Hi, I'm Steph. I started with this board close to 10 years ago. I have tip toed in and out and I left for a very long time. I was TwoSides if anyone remembers. I have been going through a lot as of lately and felt I really needed the support. So to those of you that I have never had the pleasure of meeting, nice to meet you. And to those that remember me thanks for having me back. I have a poem to share with you in order to define the way I have been feeling. It's been very hopeless and I have developed a new driving phobia after 22 years of driving just fine. It's draining and it's been really intefering with my life. My anxiety is through the roof and yes I am on meds. My moods have been up and down and I'm going back to the pdoc in a couple of days. Hope you guys can relate to the poem. Any thoughts would be great ;)
I live inside a box
With rocks and gravel on top
Like a captured goldilocks
Shadows cast across the floor
No windows, no doors
Just me and myself
No way in, no way out
Wondering, pondering about
Trying to find an escape
Release is what I anticipate
So I continue to wait
For a knight that won't come
Happy endings are just a lie
As I sit here all I do is cry
I will always be along
Insanity has claimed me as it's own
I don't belong
This world is too much
I feel like I'm been sucker punched
Living inside this box
With rocks and gravel on top
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
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Ever since I stopped doing therapy because of insurance, I've been feeling that old tense and irritable sense of anxiety and stress. I hate that. I was making so many strides and changes during therapy, my therapist would acknowledge all of my progress and accomplishments, and I miss that reassurance. Today I thought about it, and I made those changes! She would always tell me that I chose to...
Those backslides are the very reason I take my daily maintenance so seriously. It seemed to me that every backslide was worse than the last. Wounded pride is my personal favorite theory why the backslides got more stubborn with experience, but whatever the reason, these days I figure that keeping up with my therapy maintenance is easier than catching up. Maintenance doesn't take much out of my average day while those backslides are life-eaters.
Gentle support while you figure out your own, Lady. Welcome back.
That's a beautiful, beautiful poem. It's nice to see you again - daily strength is an ongoing support system and I'm sure it can be comforting and helpful to you.