My faith is strong as I wade through the rough consequences of bipolar.
God brings me through…
The thrashing of thoughts that compile in my head into a heap of psychotic confusion, making it difficult to discern reality from fantasy.
The hyperfocusing on mundane and repetitive tasks in a flurry of hurry before an energetic explosion.
The manic of panic to do all things creative, taboo, and sometimes self harm.
The cannonball of overdrive, diving into a deep well of depression and hitting the bottom, bruising one’s knees.
The overwhelming feelings of shame and low self esteem, searching for affirmation from others.
The desperate cries for help, during these horrific cycles of highs and lows.
The intense fear, during normal days of when the next cycle will begin.
God brings me through everytime.