A letter my therapist told me to write. |
A letter to My Disorder Bi-polar, Linda told me to write a letter to you. I find the idea silly, but still I find myself writing one. The letter needs to express my feelings for you. So here we go. I hate you. I hate what you have put me through. Because of you my confidence is worn down, my ego has almost vanished, and my nightmares have multiplied. I hate you with a passion and because of that hate, I sink further and further into you. You consume my life because I give it to you. And I die a little everyday because you bring death. You've introduced me to people that I've grown to hate only because they remind me of you. Because of you I'm sedated and tranquilized. I may be numbed from the rest of the world, but everyday my abhorrence for you grows. You've stolen what was suppose to be the best part of my life. I look at the people around me having fun and living life; I look at myself and all I see is a horrid aging process with no real purpose. And after all this, the thing that angers me the most is you're a part of me. A part I can't rid myself of. Vicky |