Words between worlds
It is a Friday night in a small town and I am feeling like heavy ball that doesn't bounce. I have Bipolar disorder and for me, that means I'm in one of two worlds, mania or deep depression. Right now, I feel as though I'm looking through a window with paint on it. I can't really see what's in front of me, but I know that there is life beyond my skewed vision. And that makes me feel worse, because I desperately want to be a part of the world around and in front of me, but my depression is a big liar and is saying "nobody wants you." Now, on top of Bipolar, I also have anxiety, mixed with a crushing insecurity that follows me around like a dryer sheet stuck to my pant leg. As I describe this to whomever is reading, I'm not looking for sympathy. I'm writing this in the hope that someone can relate and maybe, for those with open minds, you can see the brevity of an illness that I and so many people like me live with every day. Starting your d