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I feel like I worked myself all the way up from schizophrenia to the borderline, mesmerised by the view, filled with possibilities. Unable to cross it.
This valley of sorrow!
Go too far down and fumes will intoxicate you
Go up and winds will keep turning
Go higher and squalls will throw you off your feet
On crossing the borderline
Just bigger than a rabbit hole.
Thanks for the hugs! I needed that.
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Mania kills cells. Brain cells die. Memories become more reduced conceptually, making more efficient use of limited means. Memories shape our reality. Our memories are more or less split in two by abstractions, conceptual reductions. Mood states with memories, concepts, attached. Memories of pain and those of joy. It causes instability, changeability. Fearing that will leave an emptiness between pain and joy and a greater divide.
See Me, Feel Me, Touch Me, Heal Me.
Last edited by Icare dixit; Mar 02, 2016 at 03:41 PM.
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