Yesterday wasn't a good day for me and I'm feeling rather alone and I need someone who understands.
I started the day feeling good. It should be said that I haven't really slept in about a week. I know this is a sign but I've been so consumed with getting things done with all my energy that I didn't second-guess why I wasn't sleeping. Anyway, I was feeling pretty good but just before supper my mind went to static - there were so many thoughts and I had so much to say... mom and dad carted me off to the hospital and they brought me down and then sent me home. I'm still not thinking very clearly. Not sure if that's the meds they gave me or something to do with mania.
I'm not given to poetry but I saw a lady on TED who does spoken-word poetry and it really inspired me to write one about my experiences. *sigh* Here it is if you care to read it. I recommend youtube'ing either Sarah Kay or go to the Project VOICE page.
My Poem:
You know, its a funny world
Where my mind gets a bit confused
One minute Im happy,
The next
Theres too many happy thoughts
Happy, and sunny, and
Theyre flying at me so fast
I cant keep them straight
Michelle is going horseback riding, Im getting a cat named Barnabas
Some thoughts are questions
Always questions,
Why does the brick wall have lights in it, why doesnt anyone believe that Im Okay, why cant I be this happy all the time?
When my thoughts turn sad
I cry
And cry
Why are people so mean? What about the starving kids in Africa? Why cant I save all the hurt children here?
So I cry.
And then its off to the hospital
Cause some people dont think I should be this happy
Im sad for them
This is a wonderful feeling. So much better then good
But the doctor talks and talks
And talks
And finally theres a pill.
Theres always a pill.
This one is brick red.
Just a little pill but why must I take it?
It doesnt seem fair no one else is taking pills!
I was taught to share but no one else wants this pill.
I take it but not willingly
And now my happiness is replaced by anger.
My friends
I thought you were my friends
My
Mind
Slows
Down
Sleep.
I started the day feeling good. It should be said that I haven't really slept in about a week. I know this is a sign but I've been so consumed with getting things done with all my energy that I didn't second-guess why I wasn't sleeping. Anyway, I was feeling pretty good but just before supper my mind went to static - there were so many thoughts and I had so much to say... mom and dad carted me off to the hospital and they brought me down and then sent me home. I'm still not thinking very clearly. Not sure if that's the meds they gave me or something to do with mania.
I'm not given to poetry but I saw a lady on TED who does spoken-word poetry and it really inspired me to write one about my experiences. *sigh* Here it is if you care to read it. I recommend youtube'ing either Sarah Kay or go to the Project VOICE page.
My Poem:
You know, its a funny world
Where my mind gets a bit confused
One minute Im happy,
The next
Theres too many happy thoughts
Happy, and sunny, and
Theyre flying at me so fast
I cant keep them straight
Michelle is going horseback riding, Im getting a cat named Barnabas
Some thoughts are questions
Always questions,
Why does the brick wall have lights in it, why doesnt anyone believe that Im Okay, why cant I be this happy all the time?
When my thoughts turn sad
I cry
And cry
Why are people so mean? What about the starving kids in Africa? Why cant I save all the hurt children here?
So I cry.
And then its off to the hospital
Cause some people dont think I should be this happy
Im sad for them
This is a wonderful feeling. So much better then good
But the doctor talks and talks
And talks
And finally theres a pill.
Theres always a pill.
This one is brick red.
Just a little pill but why must I take it?
It doesnt seem fair no one else is taking pills!
I was taught to share but no one else wants this pill.
I take it but not willingly
And now my happiness is replaced by anger.
My friends
I thought you were my friends
My
Mind
Slows
Down
Sleep.