Words pour out spinning in my mind
That’s what they think
Washed out color
Long halls painted grey
Not a door insight
Ideas out of focus
Lack luster, incredulous
emotions …….Clawing away the life fingers scraping their nails jagged and bloody, threads unravelling.. like the sound of a chalk board being scratched.
That’s what stigma, bias does isolates you.
Yet I exist Wrapped inside this cocoon~
Generic and uncategorized yet longing to be labeled and in a category ~ oh wait, I am… I fall under stigma mental illness under my skin, unseen yet relentless in my mind there are millions of my kind.
One size fits all as long as that size is extra large as to swallow my frame,as well as yours.
Swallowing my existence whole~
The Following paragraphs below were in response to a question Via Quora
A women asked if there was any way someone with Bipolar Disorder could lead a healthy normal life (BTW What is Normal anyway?)The women had told me that her boyfriend was up and down, and a few times physically abusive Below is my response. To her Question~
Then you have alcohol. A bipolar person simply shouldn’t drink at all. However I personally drink an occasional glass of wine without repercussions. Remember that the variables are vast in management of bipolar disorder and each person is unique in symptoms and treatment.
Next meditation and spirituality go a long way, I pray each day upon waking. I meditate later in the day. I can not stress enough of how God has helped me. I realize not all share my view in regard to God. But hey it’s all personal and more importantly what works for you. I will say that when I didn’t pray and have faith, I was not a happy camper, and all the meds in the world did not make a difference.
Today I’m on an extremely low dose of meds. I only take 250mg of Lamictal, and 100 mg of Trazadone, Xanax only when needed. My meds are mild in comparison to others I know. It was not alway be like this for me. But prayer and spirituality centered me. Changed me.
Now if any of the above is not being followed to the best of ones ability, it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.
To answer your question, yes it can be done. But the management is a hit and miss. One has to be diligent in order to stay with the realm of reality, and to thwart mood swings.
Research and read. Here are two books I highly recommend. This one is like a handbook for bipolar people.
Next one is ~Madness~ Marya Hornbacher does a phenomenal job of giving the perspective of a manic bipolar person. I just recently finished this book.
Now the flip side. If he does not take treatment seriously, and does not manage his bipolar, then the answer to your question is a firm and loud NO!
You will not be able to lead any type of happy normal relationship and life unless steps are implemented and treatment is followed.
It took 3 and a half years to get my life right. Lots of loss and heartache along the way. Many relationships lost. Financial trouble.. Just huge mess. Even jail time.
If I can be of any further assistance please reach out to me via private message. I am more than willing to help in any way I can, and point you into the right directions.
Also get online and look for support groups in your area.
There are two modes of bipolar 1, as well as bipolar 2. In fact in all bipolar diagnosis you have two modes. Some of the bipolar labels have mixed modes which means being hypo manic and depressed at the same time.
There is no reprieve
No holding back
There is no reprieve
Lack of tolerance
Pain is the fuel
In devils delight
What does one think
Drinking the poison
In the mind
So many like this
So many my kind
Keep in step
Forget the time
Have their way
You Tangle my emotions
Tied them in a knot
Walked out my life leaving my heart to rot
As you slammed the door
I dropped to the floor
Getting stuck in the creases
Edges tathered torn
Grabbing for paper to write a letter….
But I am a typo
On written pages of life
With a message to convey
Not without perplexing one’s views
Part of the glitch
Some call me a bitch
Others a whore
Some say they need nothing more
I complete them
Impossible you see
If I can’t complete you
How the hell do I complete me
Tangled tied ripped upart, yet I’m still alive
Often I wonder is it chaos and tragedy on which I thrive
it’s all I know it’s how I survive go figure