The ups and downs of having Bipolar 1

my poem about how I viewed myself and what I was going through

Creativity ruled my night
I couldn't turn off my internal light
Doing millions of things at once
never getting any of them done
All my thoughts were like race cars on a track
I was always worried if I might have another attack
Fear was always near
I wish I could dissapear
I was always so agrivated
everything made me agitated
I was up and I was down
I never stayed on solid grownd
I wished I was like everyone else
but all I could be was myself
When I was down it felt like forever
like I was never getting out, not ever
It felt like I was in a never ending vortex
I kept saying "What next?!"
The pressure from school felt like a brick wall
baring down on me to where I couldn't breathe at all.

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Hyperventilation, rise in heart rate, violent shaking of hands or tightening of hands, and the brain feeling like it's on fire because of lack of oxygen to it (caused by hyperventilation) is what a pannic attack/ manic episode is. I had those everyday for about 4 months in my senior year in high school. Bipolar can not be cured, but it can be treated with lithium or other medications. Lithium is a mood stabyliser and natural element on the periodic table.

 

To be honest, I used to regret having Bipolar; granted I regret staying up for days, lack of appitite, panic attacks in school, and everything that comes with having Bipolar except for the creativity part, but now I have something I can use to change the world and help families with children get through all the hardships they're dealing with.

Author's Note

This is a poem about Bipolar. I hope you enjoy it