Bipolar disorder Stories

my soul to use any wordspirals around and I crybacked into a cornerit just wants to flyit loves and hateslonging for spaceto live in peace notrun in circles and raceenvying others liveswatching them spinhappy and contentwhy is my skin so thina recipe for happinessdoes it even exist herethe entirety of my lifesearching drowning in fearno more doctors nor pillsa formula not found that roadhurting myself same old patternsear...

***I want to add something, as an edit, because it has been brought to my attention by a friend on here that this prose-poem could be taken badly. I do not mean, at all that people with manic depression (bipolar disorder) are bad people or should be held accountable for, or punished for, their actions while off meds. I realize it is not their fault. The child in this prose-poem, however, is in the five to ten age range (I...