Hi,
I do know this is a huge post, but it may bring insight into others who are new to being bipolar or feel that they are freaks or crazy, etc. They are not and as you I have suffered for so many years-30 some so far...
A lot to follow are from a book or two of mine but, will help define as you have what are stories of life and the following are parts of mine...
I wanted to share some of my thoughts with the readers of my book to help them understand and gain more insight into my way of thinking and writing. The prose or poems written here are basically my thoughts put into words. I try to express myself through my writing. Some of the work is unusual to say the least, but this is how my mind works. I was diagnosed with mental illness at the age of 13, and some years later they diagnosed me as having bi-polar disorder. I began writing down my thoughts when I was 10 years old, creating stories and even being published in a school newspaper at the age of 11.
My purpose in having this book published was to let others who struggle with life on a daily basis (whether or not they have a mental illness) know that they are not alone. When I write my poetry, I have no control over what the outcome is. I just don’t sit down and think about what to write; I write down the thoughts I have in my head exactly as they come to me, and that’s what I call a poem or prose. Each one is different and pertains to the mood I am in at the moment. Perhaps I’m thinking back in time to a bad or good experience and I write about it. At times I can look at an object or a scenario and my mind creates a poem.
So far in my lifetime, I have been in many situations that have taught me hard life lessons. Yes, I have had quite a few bad experiences, and as you can see in some of the work, I have fought and rebelled against love, hope, and fear. But life does go on and I fight every day, to survive. Living with a mental illness is not easy. There are times when my depression gets so deep that I fear I won’t be able to come back out of it. Then there are the times when I become very "manic;" I get on a wonderful "high" and feel as if everything is right with the world. Sometimes I think that I would love to feel this way all the time, but such extreme emotions can be dangerous because they can lead to severe impulsiveness, and not thinking about what risks one may be taking. I’m thankful that I have the rationale to know what to do when I am in either of these extreme modes.I am also thankful for the few great friends I have to help me get through some of the obstacles in life. I believe all my life experiences have taught me many things-how to love, how to give, how to help others, and how to grow both mentally and spiritually. I wouldn’t change who I am or how I am. Life is a gift. I don’t think we choose they type of people we become; rather, it chooses us. Our experiences, our hopes our desires, what we do every day and in every moment of our lives make us who we are. Of course,we are shaped by circumstances and conditions. What time you get up in the morning, where you work, the people you associate with, the way you are raised, who you allow to come into your life-all of these affect us. But these parameters were all set long ago, by a power greater than us humans. Whether we choose one direction or another, it’s the way it was (and is) supposed to be. Some call this "destiny"; I call it "The Path." From the day we come onto this earth, the destination of who we will become begins. Life is a series of lessons taught; we learn from our experiences as humans. We are all individuals. Some of us go through life experiencing much more than others, but what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. I firmly believe that the people who are forced to go through tough experiences from the beginning of life to the end of it are the ones who get the full meaning of what life is all about. As I have said, I am a survivor of many bad experiences-rape, incest, mental illness, and to top it off I was adopted as in infant. But I’m still here, surviving, taking many things in stride. I thank my lucky stars that I have developed the inner strength to overcome any obstacle. My purpose in life is to help others get through life and to teachthem that it can be wonderful. I want to encourage others, who are going through what I have gone through, not to give up hope, and to remind them they are not alone...We all need an outlet. Perhaps some choose the wrong one but that is their destination, their path, their life. At this time I am working on some other books, one of which is called "The Path". It’s a spiritual sort of book explaining my philosophy of life. On the other scope, I am also writing a collection of erotica. For me, writing words and forming sentences is my drink, my drug, my passion, my medicine.
A few poems from this book:
NOTE: I was outside gathering some of my poetry. The wind stirred up and flew my papers around I looked up at this tree in the yard and wondered about its being alive
"Society"
Shame and guilt crowd my head;
I see the tree sway in the wind
The mindless limbs
The wind blowing
My papers scattered about
I curse the wind!
It has no right
The tree stares on
Wondering of me
Its purity and clean
The dirty air it breathes
The guts of society
The rambling of voices
Whispers from far away
Cleanse, its duty
It keeps our secrets
Gently in its folds
Mother Nature, she knows the wisdom
She keeps my thoughts
Sees me curse the wind
My frustration taken
NOTE: Going through the different cycles and stages, from highs to lows, from mania to depression-this is what happens (in a nutshell) when I feel "normal" after all the cycles are over for the time being.
"Drained"
Peace
The feeling has come over me
I seem to remember
This sensation long ago
A calm feeling, a wave
Not breaking hard on the surface
Softly it sounds
The song of the tide
No wind
Light breeze
The wave breaks softly
Sun shines, its powerful light
The essence of peace
The calm in me
The restlessness, finally exhausted, but free
I am free of extensions
Free of the rush
NOTE: Here I go back into the flat world of depression
"Electricity is Gone"
Emptiness, strangles me
Suffocation, of me, I’m gone
The hold so strong, flatness
Tears flow
Never wanting to subside
No feeling, just flat, numb
Wanting to feel
Pain of loss and suffering
Memories come to surface
All the past, each tune reminds
Like a voice echoing in the night
Memories arise, stir in me, stalk me
Sadness, overwhelms me
Guilt, no reason no rhyme
Never seeing the tunnel, the light
Can’t awaken me
To refresh to change
I seek it I want it
Wanting to be free of it
It holds its grip
So tight, choking me
It’s hated, never wanted
Lasting forever, never an end
Flat, no lines
Waves, electricity is gone
Time is all I hope,
Only time is hope
NOTE: Sometimes when I go from happy or "normal" to depression, I feel a buzz in my head like lightning striking softly in my brain. Then the change comes…
"Buzz"
Razor sharp claws sting my brain
Cells wasting away fizzle
Power is losing low is coming
Buzz, oh the wonderful buzz
Feel so high
Buzz hang on
I don’t want to go there
Why must I
The dark place
It’s so sad and miserable so alone
I cannot see--a split second passes
Its done, I’m changed
Again and again
Endure, it will pass
Give into the darkness
Night will come
Suffering will go way
Dread of the pattern
Time
I can no longer bear this cycle of pain
The dread the illness
Sickness of the mind…
NOTE: More depression cycles.
"Cycles"
Make it go away
I beg for peace
Mercy on me, my soul
My heart aches, my mind so tired
No rest
I’ve fallen so weary
So ill of the game
Runs so deep
Concentration escapes me
Catch glimpses-another time, place
Send me away
Relief I need
Keep me sane
I fear the moon, the tide, the change
Nowhere to hide
Lock me away
Fill me with drugs, take this pain away
Why must i have these cards?
Always the bad set
Dealt away
Please help me
Take it away
I don’t want to go on
Give me strength
NOTE: When I’m outside I find peace within me sometimes. When I’m calm and mellow or melancholy,this is what I think about.
"Clouds"
Do you ever look at the clouds
In this big blue sky,
And see the possibilities of you
Dwell on yourself, imagine your dreams
Think of your inner fears
Share your mind and spirit with the nature around
The past souls of the departed
This earth goes on
But the universe above the sky
They say, it’s a better place
Note: Just seeing a lizard eat a gnat...
"Untimley Demise"
The chamelion gazes
Upon his prey
Fresh black-winged tidbit
Unaware of his untimely demise
The heat of the August day
Blazes on, the heat unbearable at times
The air still, no sound for miles around
The quiet
The tidbit moves,
Stalls, as if he’s in a daze
Slowly he moves around, his wings are broken
He cannot fly
The slithering chamelion with eyes half closed
Looks as if he’s asleep
Hiding behind himself
Black-winged tidbit struggling to fly
As he sees the movement of his taker
The slithering snake-like tongue, reaches so quickly
The prey of capture, held captive
The black-winged tidbit
Met his untimely demise
NOTE: This is another one of my bad days.
"Sept 2004"
Darkness, there is no light
Tunnels and mazes are my brain cells
My mind is so blank, so flat
Emotion is gone
I have no feelings
I am drained
The electricity I seek is gone
The power source is all used up
This flatness, is the urge of life being gone
I’m filled with emptiness, only sadness and sorrow
Is all I feel
Blackness and bleak
Flat and numb
I have no caring in me, no worries,
I await for the light to appear to give me my power
My energy
I whither away I do not care
NOTE: This one is old, and I don’t really recall the time I wrote it
"Mania"
Sanity
Restless thoughts enter through my eyes
Engulfed in confusion
My mind so filled
Words spoken
Become jumbled
Speaking my thoughts in pen
The ink flows
Words become meaning
Blackness is not my emotion
Today my emotion is purple and red
Vibrant thoughts
Happiness forms inside
Shades of bright neon colors
Glow in me
Afraid of the watchers
They know who I am
But they, afraid of me!
So I speak, I cannot,
Will not hide!
My tongue in spasm mode
Understanding of my thoughts
The realization of me
Who I am
Mania is me
NOTE: I have no clue about this one. I just wrote it way back when
"Stench"
I smell the stench
Of a fresh-planted seed
Unwavering aroma
Permeates the air
Sucking life out
Of all that is small
Dutifully; suiting its purpose
Arousing so many
All is close
The stench surrounds it
Like a fly clamped
To a fresh corpse
Ah, the stench!
We all must revel
NOTE: It was Monday, September 20, and as usual on Mondays, I had lots on my mind. My thoughts were racing a bit and I didn’t want to take anything to slow me down.
Stifle Me
Force upon me the pills the demons and dragons,
Effort to distract my mind trying to carry me away
Cover me up, Flutter and flight
Erase the thoughts I am scarce, as I want
Always taking those pieces away; Only my view
Chosen by some; without this
I am not, who I say , that pit calling my name
I cannot speak I will not give in
In my own language; I keep away
Rampant with vengeance sacred being that I am
Dismiss me, as I am no one
I am someone,
The worldview,
Their eyes and judgement on me
My blood; I give
You do not feel
Your expression, your way
My price and pittance I must pay
Who are you to say? This is this, what I may need
Alas they all Throw me away.
Do you know how it is to feel this pain?
Swell inside my mind, my body
Deepened by these thoughts
I cannot stop my mind from working so fast
Thoughts come in rapid fire,
No ceasing
Fire burns in my soul in me
Wishes unfulfilled
The lonely emptiness,
Gaps to be filled by the unknown
My desire to live for life
Love life
Endless consummation of my own
I search, I seek, I dwell I delve
Deeper inside me
Grandiose, is me I am this creature
The word the thought the phrase
NOTE:A coworker (Jean) mentioned that she had just run into an old acquaintance, who she knew from church. It made me think about the "crutches" the human race reliess on and about a horrifying, deep depression I went into years ago.
"The Crutch"
The differences, between us all,
I hear of religion, and of their desires, beliefs
And ponder about, what makes the difference
The growing of life stage, our minds our struggles
Our psyches, the illusion
What is right and what is wrong?
The quest for all answers,
None the same, freedom of our lives, our bodies and minds
Choices we make, reasoning not intact
What is right, who knows, who sets the stage
Who are they?
All the rules I must abandon
Intention am I a disease, an enigma
What must they think, must I really care
Life is thus short, burn no time
Wasted away, energize, focus
Tunnel from the pit, the sacred land
The passage of time
No turning back, only memories of that past,
The pit engraved in my mind, my head
Falling down, the hated pit, demons await
Disguised in misery, my mind
Frozen in time, why is this?
Repetition, of the past
Hoping and praying it doesn’t come back
That dreaded pit, forcing me down, making me numb
No feeling, emotion drained
I see that past, I embrace the memory
I hold myself, embrace my own
Tell myself, all is well, the pattern
I know repetition, it gives me strength
As the years have past; the pit and the demons
Were so long ago, but always with me
Burned forever in my mind
I’m ready; I know my strength has brought me, precious gifts
The armor I wear, unshielded to the chosen few
Contradiction is me
The time, the day, it’s not me who chooses
Someone inside me,
Something in me
My soul, the heart of me, I’m the twin, the other half…
NOTE: This one is self-explanatory…
"Myrtle Beach, S.C."
The red-haired dragon entered my mind
The sexless loveless creature of my past
To expel my thoughts of it
Afraid to ponder, the thought of it may push me over the edge
I don’t want to go there, my mood, my thought process in this moment
Cannot survive this now,
To gain meaning and understanding
The memory of this always with me
The sexless dragon, fiery breath, his flames burn me hard
Another animal user, in human form
He taketh from me my innocence
I run,
I sleep on the beach
I smell of pigs and foul
No escape
Refuge, I seek the shelter
The dragon’s lair
I hunger for forgiveness, I seek compassion
I’m only 13,
I’m alone, I’m scared, I’m full of guilt and shame
No caring around, afraid of going home
Why am I so scared, I do not know me
Who am I, my name just a word
My thoughts flat and dull
The red-haired dragon finds me
I’m another person
Not knowing me how can I know at the age of 13?
His human form takes me to another place
He maketh me ride him
I feel sickened
So ashamed, I’m bad
I’m sexy, I’m guilty I want it in some way
I seek love I seek warmth I seek caring
Confused in this daze
I awake in another room
Door ajar
Brown devil appears
Sexless brown devil in human form
I bleed, he does not care
I’m only 13
He taketh what he wants
He taketh me so fiercely
He is violation in me
He cannot see
They are all so blind…
During my adolescent years the winter months held a lot of bad times for me. I have yet to heal and to move completely forward and past those years of my life. Sometimes I feel that I am a 13 year old, and have not moved on internally in my mind. I feel as if I am this lost and confused little girl who doesn’t know how to feel or how to love and accept love. I find the way for me to deal with the past and to heal is through my writing.
When I was an adolescent I found myself to be very rebellious and frequently ran away from home. I found myself in numerous dangerous situations. Some of the serious episodes involved rape and incest. I was running from things that had happened to me at home that I could not talk about. My adopted brother, had tried to molest and rape me on several occasions and an adult couple also did the same to me while my parents were away on a cruise. These people were supposed to take care of us and look out for us while my parents were away, well they did some things that were to say the least inappropriate to me a 13 year old girl. This includes sexual interlude with this married couple though I was afraid of it I also enjoyed some of it. This is where the guilt comes in to play. I never told anyone about it until I was an adult.
I kept this and many other secrets from the world I felt that no one needed know these things I thought I was a bad person or since my biological parents gave me away that I was no good. I was adopted as an infant only a few weeks old but I do know that some people who are adopted have identity struggles as I still do. This must play a key factor into my struggle with life and who I am and my own self worth.
I could never bring myself to talk about these circumstances with anyone so I kept it all inside. Thus, causing a lot of guilt and shame on my part. Confusion was a big part of my thought process at the time, I don’t know if the experiences I had caused the mental illness or the mental illness was always there and the experiences I had made the illness come to surface. I wanted to be free and to discover myself and felt that I was just not worthy of loving parents and why should they have me when my own parents didn’t want me? I had many struggles with family life I didn’t want any part of it as most teens don’t. I decided to run and thought if I ran I would escape all the bad experiences. No one needed to carry my burden but me, I was embarrassed and full of shame. Love was something I couldn’t understand and still have a hard time dealing with and understanding. My parents were wonderful people and I was lucky. I know this now and even though I regret some things I cant change the past all I can do is try to heal and go forward with my life. As I have said the healing process is part writing and part looking into myself and trying to figure out what in life I want to accomplish, I feel as if I have a long way to go, but I know I will find my way.
My moods change like the colors of a Chameleon. I have known this pattern my whole life. I call them cycles-as they range from periods of feeling normal to feeling high, as if I am on some kind of drug that makes me feel extremely happy and excited and energetic. Then after these cycles I become depressed. My entire life I have had to live with this it can be very difficult and hard on others that I care for and vise versa. I have pushed many people away from me as I do not wish to burden them with my illness nor trouble myself by not being sure of how I really feel about someone. Many times I have thought about ending my life but I tell myself I will make it to the next cycle where I will feel better and be able to overcome the depression. Yes it’s very difficult living this way, but I have come to terms with it for the most part.
Medication has always been a big factor, but I hope someday I can stop taking medication and try to live life without it and to see if my coping skills are still strong enough to survive. Everyone has their problems and their struggles in life, living with a mental illness for me is sometimes intolerable. Unless you have been in this cycle of Mental anguish - there can be no full understanding of how it fells and what it can do to you,. This is why I write I want to be able to relate to others in the world that cannot express how they feel and maybe I can help another person who suffers and help them feel that they are not alone.
An Experience of my past:
One evening my best friend and I went to hang out with some guys we liked and we ended up in a hotel on the beach the guys left the next day and my best friend. I didn’t want to go home so I decided to sleep on the beach. I was hungry and had no money and didn’t know where to go, home wasn’t the place I wanted to be. The man that ran the hotel said I could stay as long as I did him some favors-sexual favors it turned out to be. I call him the red haired lunatic, there is a poem in my first book of poetry about him. He made me have sex with him and it was utterly disgusting and sick, I felt filthy and so full of shame and guilt but I couldn’t go home, I just couldn’t.
So this went on for a few days and I just don’t know how I did this. Its like I was another person, but somehow it was what I wanted, or felt I had to do. At the age of 13, I was so confused and so lost. One evening he sent me to a room in the hotel and the door was not locked I don’t know why. A man had entered the room and I asked who he was, he just proceeded to come at me and pulled down my panties and raped me repeatedly, I told him I was on my period but he didn’t care. I felt sick and nauseous and he left. I ran out the door and low and behold I ran into my father and my adopted brother the one who tried to molest and rape me many times before. My father had been looking for me for days I am sure, my best friend must have told them where I was. I was taken home and sent to my room and talked to later by my parents. Many more of these and worse incidents occurred. My parents were finally at their breaking point when I was 14 and sent me to a psychiatrist that I refused to go to after a few sessions the only other choice they gad was to send me to a half was house to try to help me. They thought I was on drugs, and though I experimented some, I wasn’t. I was in trouble at the half way house and was asked to leave after 2 months. A few weeks later I was hospitalized in Virginia where I was also kicked out. I ended up in another mental hospital in Atlanta GA. when I was 15 and stayed for 8 months. These experiences and more about me and my life philosophy are in another book I’m working on titled “The Path” Healing 30 years later. The poetry in the next part of this book are just my expressions, thoughts and experiences and the way that I see things in day to day life.
Lauri