Grandma's Attic

MANIC AND ME


When I was first diagnosed as manic (bi-polar) my color was red...BRIGHT RED!!!


Slowly, over the years, as I've stayed on the correct level of medication and tried hard to mellow-out, some days I'm that rose color like on the right.

Once in a while

I even manage to hit the pink and white, soft and slow.

The only thing that saved me when I was diagnosed bi-polar (manic) after three years of depression was I also got the gift of poetry. Most manics do, but mostly in the beginning it's garbage. Reading over early 1981 journals, I find I wrote ALL my journal entries in poetry. Interesting reading, like someone else besides me wrote it. But slowly I think Heavenly Father said,
"If this girl is going to write poetry, I'd better help"
and it graduallly, after many years, got better.
Here's one I really like:
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Poetry took me by the hand and said, "Please come with me
I can take you to a land that most men cannot see
and I can lead you beyond madness"
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so I reached and let her lead
and Oh! it was a journey I did write!
So many need to know
another has gone on ahead
beyond depression's roar
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Past madness
into gladness
to the light they knew before
.

The light feels really good. Thanks, Heavenly Father

Please let it stay

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