Bipolar Disorder: A Blessing And A Curse

Mr. Wong

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of a thousand different things, unable to relax my body or my mind.

I go through my day, irritable because every single person around me is moving and thinking too slow and cannot keep up with me.

I don’t sleep for days, and if I do, it’s for no more than three or four hours each night.

I get so excited during the day and feel like I can conquer the world. Nothing can ever stand in my way.

I text my ex and ask to hook up because I want the thrill of my body next to someone else’s to satisfy my libido.

I become more productive than ever and I feel on top of my life, more than ever.

I might even rearrange my room, clean the bathroom, cook a meal, do laundry—anything to keep my mind and body active.

I come up with my future and set it in stone for myself, only to change it repeatedly.

And then I come crashing down.

And then it repeats.

Bipolar mania is a blessing and a curse all at the same time. The thrill of mania is the best feeling. I can’t put it into words. It’s the debilitating downfall that makes me wish I could control my brain. I would take being manic any day of the year as long as that meant I didn’t have to deal with the depression that usually comes after.

Like I said, it’s a blessing and a curse all at the same time, and I’m still trying to figure out how. TC mark

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