Some nights are brighter than others, and some days are darker than the pits of hell
I wonder how I shall ever survive the swings from light to dark, from white to black in my mood.
I do all that I can to stay stable, with sleep and medications, and plans
And yet, always in the back of my mind is the knowledge that
this is completely out of my control.
I do my best, I struggle for sanity, for stability and appropriate mood
But it is not only up to me.
Please God, I have suffered enough.
Please God, my family needs me.
Please God, I have work to do.
Please God, let me be me for just a while longer.