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to the pieces that are afraid

i remember screaming
overwhelmed by how incredible
i encountered life;

tears welling because my body couldn’t contain
all the beauty my eyes were taking in.

slap-stuck diagnosis, bipolar
because i range the full spectrum:
soaring —

sinking —
& getting stuck.

asked the other day
would i give it up?
would i change my world if i had the chance?
don’t need to think of my answer, i know it,
no,
because maybe i’m not bipolar, because bipolar is just a word
& i’m just me.

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extending the olive branch.

seeing my psychiatrist in a little over an hour. psychiatrist. despite my diagnosis & my absolute inability to function at anywhere even close to a ‘normal’ level for the last … two/three/four? years, i still feel a little hesitation using that word; it feels wrong. psychiatrist? my psychiatrist. i say it with a laugh, or in a joking voice — humour — my favorite coping device. pretty much one of the only ones i have, let’s be honest. well, one that isn’t completely self-destructive. denial, my favorite friend. Continue reading →