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Every day, wake up and take a pill
So you don't go looking for lethal thrills.
Haven't you ever wanted to go to the brink
Of destruction, just to see if you'd sink
Into the clutches of death or if you'd survive
Just because God still wants you alive?
You live on time stolen not borrowed
From some intangible thing called tomorrow.
Forget that white, round pill stamped 1-4-2
And you'll realize how much you can do
If only they would let you try
To jump off, spread your wings, and fly.
But even with the meds in your system,
You still aren't without symptoms.
Your working memory abilities
Are poor enough to come to futility.
Imagine the frustration when you find
You can't recall what was in your mind
Just moments before. You find yourself lacking
And your brain seems to be slacking,
Even when you're given some cues
Not everything comes to mind for you.
And not only memory, but functioning speed
Is a hindrance and daily you find you need
More time than others do to process events
Before your reaction can possibly be sent
From the prefrontal cortex of your bipolar brain
To other parts of your body; and this seems mundane,
Until you add up these effects and more yet.
Skipping your meds is taking a bet
That you won't turn depressive
Or have a manic state that's impressive,
With intense hallucinations
And paranoid fixations.
But it's the depressive states that are bad –
There's more to it than simply being sad.
You feel guilty, worthless and with every breath
You wonder if life's worse than death.
You feel like something must be wrong
Since everyone else seems so strong
And you're here feeling so weak
As the stressors come to a peak.
In either state, your thoughts rush,
Making you wonder when you're mind will ever hush.
For the most though, it isn't so bad
If you take the pills that for years you've had.
Swallowing them is a nuisance, it's true,
But it's what helps you pull through
Those days when you think you can't take
A single thing more or you'll break.
The meds allow you more good days
And I happen to like it that way.
So you don't go looking for lethal thrills.
Haven't you ever wanted to go to the brink
Of destruction, just to see if you'd sink
Into the clutches of death or if you'd survive
Just because God still wants you alive?
You live on time stolen not borrowed
From some intangible thing called tomorrow.
Forget that white, round pill stamped 1-4-2
And you'll realize how much you can do
If only they would let you try
To jump off, spread your wings, and fly.
But even with the meds in your system,
You still aren't without symptoms.
Your working memory abilities
Are poor enough to come to futility.
Imagine the frustration when you find
You can't recall what was in your mind
Just moments before. You find yourself lacking
And your brain seems to be slacking,
Even when you're given some cues
Not everything comes to mind for you.
And not only memory, but functioning speed
Is a hindrance and daily you find you need
More time than others do to process events
Before your reaction can possibly be sent
From the prefrontal cortex of your bipolar brain
To other parts of your body; and this seems mundane,
Until you add up these effects and more yet.
Skipping your meds is taking a bet
That you won't turn depressive
Or have a manic state that's impressive,
With intense hallucinations
And paranoid fixations.
But it's the depressive states that are bad –
There's more to it than simply being sad.
You feel guilty, worthless and with every breath
You wonder if life's worse than death.
You feel like something must be wrong
Since everyone else seems so strong
And you're here feeling so weak
As the stressors come to a peak.
In either state, your thoughts rush,
Making you wonder when you're mind will ever hush.
For the most though, it isn't so bad
If you take the pills that for years you've had.
Swallowing them is a nuisance, it's true,
But it's what helps you pull through
Those days when you think you can't take
A single thing more or you'll break.
The meds allow you more good days
And I happen to like it that way.
Literature
Depression
Lay down your right to be human.
Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain.
You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars.
No one knows what it is like to be you.
Your smile is but one in a billion,
A mask that you wear to ward off the questions.
Your scars are your war paint,
But this is a losing battle.
You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side.
So keep that pretty smile steady,
And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes.
Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.
Literature
Schizophrenia
Smile.
Laugh.
Run
Faster.
Faster.
Stop.
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
"Nothing."
Look behind you.
Are they there?
Shh.
Shut up.
Don't.
Say.
Anything.
"What's wrong?"
You'll never understand it.
"Never mind."
Scream.
Scream louder.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
"Calm down."
I can't.
"I'm sorry."
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it.
Unlock it.
Lock it again.
Hide.
Shh.
"Are you okay?"
I'm dying.
"I'm fine."
You'll never make it.
Freeze.
Fall to the ground.
Cry.
Cry harder.
Stop.
"What are you doing?"
Dying.
"What are you going through?"
Torture.
"What'
Literature
Bipolar Disorder
Dear everybody,
I’m not just moody.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I don’t choose to have this unbearable depression,
Where I sob uncontrollably and the most unpredictable times.
A sadness that paints your entire mind,
And drips
Down into your soul.
And you don’t know when it’s suddenly going to
Change.
Change, from being a terrifying unhappiness,
To being such a fantastic happiness
So spectacular,
That you can’t even connect your thoughts with your own brain.
Where you challenge the world,
Because you feel bigger than a speck of dust for
The first time in your
Life.
And then?
It changes.
It changes from being such an
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Something I wrote for a Cognitive Psychology project, the effects of Bipolar on cognition (more emotional than scientific though).
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well described, congrats..