there is more than bipolar...

or less

at least not IT!

yes I have a condition

but it's hardly anything compared to every attempt to control it

this is the real illness

trying to live with the first illness...

there are so many demons laying in wait to consume me to devour me..

and why? ...why are they there?

and not for another person?

being sick has made me vulnerable....and all the gremlins gather around when a person is weak and regardless how much energy I use to suppress them it's a done deal it's too late..

I am compromised and these scumbag evil angels capitalise on my vulnerability..

they never slept when I slept they stayed awake when I was tired and dangerous sneaky disgusting they sat with me when I imagined I was ok it was always a pretence because I knew I was beside agony every moment...

and this is not bipolar...

this is trying to manage bipolar

there is a difference

but I kept fighting...
I seen things I understand but cannot be explained

I turned my sickness on these destructive characters

they never expected that

thinking I would hide and shame ...

but the thing I have been trying to change?

all along

became the perfect weapon do destabilise all the spiritual and personal opposition I have been hurt by.

bipolar is a dangerous experience...

but it is also the weapon to fight this very explicit and hypersensitive experience!

only a few of us are chosen

it is a gift