You can see the affects of space and time, the depth of the chasm between calm and despair, I’m Bi-polar beware. That daily friction in the cycle of distress, then add the medications I do detest, in this darkness my anxiety breeds hesitation, giving birth to bizarre manifestations.
Sadly I suffer through the mindless diagnostic conversations, that meaningless predictable obfuscation. I concede to the misadventures of those complications, that chemical imbalanced deterioration. I sit in that darkness while my shadow talks to me, my hormones disagree.
The lonely lows of life tallying up the liabilities in hereditary unpredictability, the predictable problematic pill phase has peaked, stabilization is incomplete. My Therapist continues to supports the specialist wellness recommendations, they seem far better at managing their own reputations.
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