The mad man glances at me
No way I can set myself free
Guided only by his hand
He tries to make me stand
For my fear, doesn’t fit his suit
That brings me to his beck and call
He tells me what to do but I fall
I tried to cut the rope
That makes me dance and bow
But he still plays with my heart.
And all of my broken strings
Welcome to my blog. I have been journal writing for years. I took a course in Creative writing and found I enjoy writing short stories and poetry. I write more when I am hypomanic or manic.
I went into Rehab for Alcohol Addictions and have been sober for fourteen years.
Shortly after I quit drinking I was diagnosed with Bipolar 2, I have since been diagnosed with Bipolar 1.
I enjoy talking about my story, for people to learn or relate. I try and have a healthy lifestyle and try to use my coping strategies. Life is just too boring without Bipolar, it is a blessing but yet sometimes a curse.
I am currently working on a book and dream of publishing one day.
I am so excited to have found Wordpress.
This is my new adventure.