Bipolar Poem: She’s lying in her bed / Still breathing but she’s wishing she was dead / She’s dancing round the place / The biggest smile across her face…
We can’t evade stress in our careers or our lives. Life is stressful. We have our health and costs to manage, bills to pay, people we love to care for.
It’s terribly frustrating at times to know that I want to do something, but there is just this wall between me and my brain and just about everything else.
While people are supportive about my anxiety and bipolar, borderline carries stigma. It’s wrong that certain disorders are accepted and others are not.