The confusion and struggle within the mind of a bipolar depressive. |
The maze within my brain has me crashing into the walls of reason. First and foremost becomes cluttered with distraction and diversions. My stomach seizes when realization of inappropriate and self sabotaging actions become fully realized and alternative actions which "could have been" become clear. The moment becomes the master of my being. The pain of consequence repeatedly diminishes my sense of self worth while self direction shrivels like raisins on a vine. Medication helps, but not enough. It cannot control all the turmoil within my mind. The constant struggle to stay on task, to complete the activity started, to dissect myself from the invasion of diversion, weakens within seconds of initiation. It is a journey amid jagged rocks and cavernous crevices which seduce my mind and direct my actions. Sleep; sleep is the answer to a question not asked; the complete surrender to the body, to the mind, to misdirected reasoning which can overtake me. The painful past permeates every cell of my being while the future is irrelevant. The guardian of my existence eludes me; the Saviour of my soul, submerged by the subjugation of my psyche. |