I don’t even have to read your words.
I know the feeling just by looking at you.
You’re not sick.
You’re suppressed .
You’re not diseased.
You’re human.
You’re in pain, you are suffering.
You have human feelings and no one is listening to you. Especially the people you need to hear you the most
Instead
They suppress you
They medicate you
They call you crazy and tell you to do
Anything but tell the truth
So you’re angry
Enraged
You feel powerless
Depressed
Repressed
You don’t trust yourself
You can’t see the reason
You sometimes lose control
So you look to them
And they call you disordered
They say something’s wrong with your brain
And you agree
Because it feels like they’re right
But they’re not
I assure you
You have come so far in the darkness that you can’t even remember when it started. Not really. You don’t want to see it, but you kinda know
And that’s why you feel powerless
You know what you have to do
But you’re insecure
And unsure
The answers you seek are in there
In the dark
The dark place you always go to die
At least, that’s why you think you go there
That dark place only we understand
Those of us who have spent any time there
There is reason we keep going back
There is a reason we keep returning to the dark place
No matter how good the meds seem to be working
The answers are there
The answers we are looking for are in that dark place
Our soul knows it
We just keep running from it
Next time take a flashlight
just sit there
Listen to the sounds of the darkness
What is it telling you
Don’t be afraid
It’s just the dark
It’s the shadow you’ve buried because it’s hard to accept
Once you see it, once it comes into your awareness, then you can choose to make it brighter
But you can only do it from the dark place
You can only shine light on what’s in there when you’re not afraid to go there
You’re not bipolar
I think you’re brave as hell
I believe in you
Because they tried to make me believe I was bipolar, too