Outlet writing of today’s events.

A poem about a girl’s life that switches between complete happiness and utter despair.

This is about alters taking over. Not recognizing your own face when you look in the mirror because on the inside you are no longer the same.

Mentally losing it.

I was told in 2002 that I was in the beginning stages of Menopause. Then I was told it could continue for over 20 yrs. Gee Thanks MD’s.
This is just one poem on the subject. I have a few others lying around. Will post when I’ve located them. At least one is kind of cute and my favorite.

How I feel as a result of bipolar neurobiological disorder.

About bipolar disorder.

The mood swings of bipolar affective disorder feel like the highs and lows, magnified, of any wide ranging temperature gauge.

The mood swings of Bipolar affective disorder.

How I came from my lowest ebb to my current highs in a short space of time. I hope it inspires.