You feel confused a lot of the time.
Like you are 3 different people.
Manic, Depressed, and Mixed.

When you are doing well everyone loves you.
They want to be with you.
Take trips with you.
Party with you.
Be best friends with you.

When you are unwell everything changes.
No one wants to be around you anymore.
You get rejected and told you are too much.
People ignore you and cut you from their life.

So you stop trusting others.
And you stop listening to yourself.
Loneliness and despair crush you.
Trauma piles up and you numb out anyway you can.

You do things you never thought you would do.
You become desperate.
You lose hope.
You give up.

One thing leads to another and you end up in the hospital.
Sometimes for depression.
Sometimes for mania.
Other times for mixed episodes.

They put you on more pills.
You feel exhausted and nauseous.
You gain weight and feel insecure.
You wait and wait and still don’t feel better.
You can’t find the right meds.
Your life becomes a mess.

Your mind plays tricks on you.
It makes you believe fantasies.
It makes you delusional.
It makes you think there is a special plan.
It makes you behave in dangerous ways.

You get manic and people want the energy you have.
They wonder how you can be so motivated.
They feel lazy next to you.
They judge you and make comments.
They call you crazy.

They call you crazy again and make fun of you.
They talk about your episodes and laugh.
They think your life threatening illness is a joke.
While they plan fundraisers for people with cancer.

The world is becoming more mentally ill.
The addiction rates are through the roof.
The screens are stealing everyone’s attention and connection.
The country is a mental health massacre.

But I am prepared.

I have walked through fires for 36 years.
They burned me into a bad bitch.
I am unbreakable and CRAZY enough to achieve my dreams.
I have mastered the mental health game.
I got this.

Do You?