Poem Dedicated for People with Bi-Polar |
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Here is a wonderful poem that I have written and dedicated to
all children and people out there that is diagnose / suffer with bi-polar,
manic depressive. -- I hope you find meaning in it
too. Some of you may find yourself laughing and some may cry, feel free
and it�s OK!
�Mania is sickness of one�s friend, depression for one�s self.
Both are chemical. In depression, one wakes, is happy for about two
minutes, probably less, and fades into dread of
the day. Nothing will happen, but you know twelve hours will pass before
you are back in bed and sheltering your consciousness in dreams, or
nothing. It isn�t danger; it�s not an accomplishment. I don�t think it a
visitation of the angels but a weakening in the blood.�
--Robert Lowell
For People with Bi-Polar
For people who have bi-polar
it is very hard to mend......
Our pain was rarely spoken
and we hid the pain from friends.
People said they understood us,
but they didn't act that way.
They broke our hearts
and stole our worth,
with the things that they would say.
They reject us, have unrealistically
high or low expectations on us.
They are angry towards us,
and they try to deny our
illness and say it�s not an excuse.
We wanted them to love us.
We didn't know how we
could let them understand
what we have to go thru
and wish we weren't bi-polar.
We go thru Manic Phases
We cannot go to sleep.
We stay up for days
sometimes even weeks.
We tend to think a lot.
We have lots of energy --
jumping around, doing outrages things.
We could be very creative.
We talk a lot and write a lot
Many times we are very aggressive.
We spend a lot of money on things,
not because we are rich
we just are that way,
it�s terrific fun at the time.
With Credit Cards and
bank accounts there is little beyond reach.
We spend our money like
there is no tomorrow.
Money flows, objects accumulate.
We are not crazy or psycho.
We have no choice and its
NOT our fault that we are the way we are.
We go thru Depress Phases
we sometimes prayed for them to end,
and when the pain kept coming,
we learned to just pretend
that we were good
and this was just
one of those days ...
tomorrow we'd be manic again.
Some of us may try to end
our precious little life.
We Struggle, and many live.
At our worst depress phase,
most of us wanted to end our lives.
We spent most of our time
struggling with our pain in our head.
We try to claim ourselves down.
Our head felt like it is going to explode.
Many of us is not capable of
giving up our lives at this stage.
We fight the seems to be endless battle,
and some of us are too scare to fight
the battle alone, instead we choose
to take the battle to the next level, that is,
when we tends to feel a little
better, we will end it right there.
Ending our life is not a way
to deal with our problems.
It�s hard for us to believe it so.
We had nowhere else to go.
Suicide seems the only way out.
To escape the pain and suffering.
Some seek to drugs and alcohol
Some seek to self abuse or
Putting anger on others.
During Depress Phases
We bang our head over
and over against the wall.
We believe our life is ruin.
Suicidal feelings are difficult
for us to express because
they are often embarrassed by
such impulses and lack the
appropriate language to
articulate such feelings.
We feel isolated, despair
violence, hopelessness.
We tried to live with the illness
we hated ourselves instead,
and couldn't see a way out,
and wished that we were dead.
We scared ourselves by thinking that,
and scared ourselves to know.
To be seen identify or seen
by others as a problem child,
party kid or the trouble maker
and trapped inside their pain....
To every day lose everything
with no savior or refrain...
To wonder how it is possible
that God could so forget
the worthy child you knew you were,
when you had not been damaged yet ...
To figure on minutes and hour hand
of the clock on the wall
counting on every single seconds
hoping that the depressive phase
will soon be over.
Enough to leave the torment
and survive in our society,
were more than you could count to,
or more than you could bear,
was the reality we lived in
and we knew it wasn't fair.
We who grew up with the disorder,
are somewhat out of time,
struggling to mend our mental disability,
when our peers are in their prime.
Where others find love
and contentment,
we still often have to strive
to remember we are worthy,
and heroes just to be alive.
Some of us are healing.
some are hurting.
Most are passing the anger on.
Some give their lives away to drugs,
or the promise of like beyond.
Some still hide from society.
Some struggle to belong.
But all of us are wishing
the past and pain would not hold on
so long.
Each time we reach the manic phase,
our psychomotor activity increase,
along with the mania package,
comes with the increasing pressure,
rate of speech. heightened irritability,
our outraging aggressive behavior.
There's a lot of digging down to do
to find the person within,
to love away the ugly pain
and feel innocence again.
There is forgiveness
worthy of angel's wings
for remembering those at all,
who ignore our abused and
sacred life barring with the disorder
and programmed us to fall.
To seek to understand them,
and how their pain became our own,
is to risk the ground we stand on
to climb the mountain home.
The journey is not so lonely
as in the past it s been ...
More of us are strong enough
to let the growth begin.
But while we're trekking
up the mountain
we need everything we've got,
to face the society we have become,
and all that we are not.
So when you see us weary
from the day's internal climb ...
When we find fault
with your best efforts,
or treat imperfection
as purposeful crime ...
When you see our quick defenses,
our efforts to control,
our readiness to form a plan
of unrealistic goals ...
When we run into a conflict
and fight to the bitter end,
remember ...
We think that winning means
we won't be hurt again.
When we abandon OUR thoughts
and feelings,
to be what we believe YOU
want us to,
or look at trouble we are having,
and want to blame it all on you...
When life calls for new beginnings,
and we fear they re doomed to end,
remember...
Wounded trust is like a wounded knee--
It is very hard to bend.
Please remember this
when we are out of sorts.
Listen to us, and give us a HUG
Tell us the truth, and be our friends.
For people and children who have bi-polar...
it is very hard to mend.
Peace, Love, Unity, Respect.
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