Poems About Bipolar by New Members
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Poems about bipolar by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
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Silence
Starting to recover from this episode of Detachment. Although I use the word recover lightly. What I am dreading is when I start to readjust back to reality. But what if I just stayed detached? I don’t like how I am constructed psychologically. My thoughts operate on their own volition, flooding me with either multiple subjects or it fixates on a singular point in my memory. It affects many aspects of my life. Professionally, socially, interpersonally. I can be a burden for people who want to be close to me, that’s probably what stings the most.
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
#acceptance
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#shame
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Silence
Starting to recover from this episode of Detachment. Although I use the word recover lightly. What I am dreading is when I start to readjust back to reality. But what if I just stayed detached? I don’t like how I am constructed psychologically. My thoughts operate on their own volition, flooding me with either multiple subjects or it fixates on a singular point in my memory. It affects many aspects of my life. Professionally, socially, interpersonally. I can be a burden for people who want to be close to me, that’s probably what stings the most.
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
#acceptance
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#shame
22 reads
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Silence
Starting to recover from this episode of Detachment. Although I use the word recover lightly. What I am dreading is when I start to readjust back to reality. But what if I just stayed detached? I don’t like how I am constructed psychologically. My thoughts operate on their own volition, flooding me with either multiple subjects or it fixates on a singular point in my memory. It affects many aspects of my life. Professionally, socially, interpersonally. I can be a burden for people who want to be close to me, that’s probably what stings the most.
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
#acceptance
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#shame
22 reads
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Silence
Starting to recover from this episode of Detachment. Although I use the word recover lightly. What I am dreading is when I start to readjust back to reality. But what if I just stayed detached? I don’t like how I am constructed psychologically. My thoughts operate on their own volition, flooding me with either multiple subjects or it fixates on a singular point in my memory. It affects many aspects of my life. Professionally, socially, interpersonally. I can be a burden for people who want to be close to me, that’s probably what stings the most.
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
#acceptance
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#shame
22 reads
0 Comments
Silence
Starting to recover from this episode of Detachment. Although I use the word recover lightly. What I am dreading is when I start to readjust back to reality. But what if I just stayed detached? I don’t like how I am constructed psychologically. My thoughts operate on their own volition, flooding me with either multiple subjects or it fixates on a singular point in my memory. It affects many aspects of my life. Professionally, socially, interpersonally. I can be a burden for people who want to be close to me, that’s probably what stings the most.
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
Doesn’t feel like this will last...
#acceptance
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#shame
22 reads
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The tables that constantly turn
Feelings are fever dreams
They switch of flip of a switch
A trauma induced disorder
Episodes that last weeks
Your left and right brain fighting each other for reason
Thoughts spinning like a tornado
Gripping onto your hair till the follicles fall out
Laying in your bed while your ceiling becomes a movie theater filled of your traumas
Being so self aware with no control
Bipolar is a killer
They switch of flip of a switch
A trauma induced disorder
Episodes that last weeks
Your left and right brain fighting each other for reason
Thoughts spinning like a tornado
Gripping onto your hair till the follicles fall out
Laying in your bed while your ceiling becomes a movie theater filled of your traumas
Being so self aware with no control
Bipolar is a killer
#bipolar
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