Wednesday, April 20, 2011

BMD - Bipolar Mood Disorder

Being bipolar has been an uphill battle towards acceptance of the illness. Just dealing with the diagnosis is a rollercoaster ride of its own, but I am grateful for where I've been because I can now look back and be even more grateful for where I am now. Although when I was in the throes of the illness, I would not have believed the Quranic verse but now I know that if I am steadfast or at least strive to be, after great calamity does come greater relief. (Surah 94)

OK, you're bipolar
Correction, I'm bipolar
(Just now they'll think I'm schizo as well)
One mental ward down
Who knows how many to go
  A time bomb
I guess
  Will it explode
I hope not
  What's the purpose of this poem
I haven't figured out yet

These are just thoughts
I love thoughts
They are my gateway to the universe
And Beyond
(Buzz light Year Copyright)

But they give freedom I can't know in this world
Escape from who I am
Who am I?
A lost soul trying to negotiate through fog
Have you ever tried to see in fog
The best you can do is trust your intuition
My intuition is a manic

But pity me not
I go through life with a sword in each hand
Tearing through a battlefield teeming with the enemy
And I am still alive

You're just you

Written during a particularly low point in November 2008, Alhumdullilah it does come to pass

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