i’m learning the truth.
it wasn’t my fault.
it had nothing to do with me.
(there was a real us, i do not second-guess that)
i can’t see inside the mind – nor can any of the rest of us.
we are a silent group. we love them.
yet – we have to decide whether love is enough reason to stay.
“Compared to bipolar’s magic, reality seems a raw deal. It’s not just the boredom that makes recovery so difficult, it’s the slow dawning pain that comes with sanity – the realization of illnesss, the humiliating scenes, the blown money and friendships and confidence. Depression seems almost inevitable. The pendulum swings back from transcendence in shards, a bloody, dangerous mess.”
― David Lovelace