I can’t control how I suffer with BPD, including my black & white thinking. Even if I’m crying, broken on the floor, I still love you and want you to stay.
Hallucinations and monsters – like a darkness that creeps over me and swallows my soul. I draw the images I see. It helps to see my hallucinations on paper.
My depression is hidden from everyone. From these poems I write I hope that I get the message out to people about what it’s like to have a mental illness.
Music talking walking eating and repeat! Quick fixes – how I cope, and how you can, too. Let me know how you get on with these ideas, and if they helped 🙂
Bipolar is awesome! A lyrical genius, ideas of grandeur – until they ram a needle in yer. Then comes the crash. Longing for your life to be over in a flash.