the life of zooey who happens to be Bipolar 2
It’s weird to go to bed after being depressed for 3 horrendous days, expecting the marathon to continue, then wake up ok. Coolio. Feeling normal again. It used to take weeks and months to get back to feeling a leveled sense of groovy. But there it is. Much better today. Many thanks for the words of encouragement, thoughts and prayers. An extra special thank you for my patient, kind, gentle and loving hubby who know I just can’t ‘make it go away’ with the snap of a finger and watches past Downton Abbey episodes with no complaint. Also, thanks to my psychaitrist. For without meds, I am certain there wouldn’t be a me on this earth anymore.
To round out the week, a poem about biopolar. Cheers and have a great weekend. ~zooey
back to center
Linear thought returns
hope is back
Knowing Issac’s 3rd law
Will prove itself in time to come
Pendulum in motion
Child on a swing
Pump legs and go higher?
Drag feet to a stop?
Waiting for the drop in my belly
and the next push into a blurring world
of light and dark