Bipolar; lay rife,
All safety mechnisms
Tsunami of all abuse
But one of familiar battlegrounds
Explicit Photos; uploaded without my knowledge.
Yet laughed on everyone did.
Humiliation yet again
Degradation yet again
Silence and laughter ensued;
At my ill’d behaviours.
Yet; promiscuity was how my shock presented
And bound with a symptom too with my hidden disability;
A lifelong condition.
Diagnosed in early adult life.
For I appeared well in my worst moments of mania and hypo mania
Clutching at image to project wellness was all I had.
For the Manias did not wish to be fixed.
Yet here I stand today;
When the clutches of despair warranted
this soul not just for a day or a week
but many years clumped together.
Many skills acquired to spot my triggers in me that are my keys to up my skills.
For now I read myself,
Now I know myself
For I know the very worst
And I know the very best of me
For with these; keys&skills of stability
I have now;
unlocked unconditional love;
which showers and bestows
authentic kindness to self to bring to others.
For I know I am not alone who have faced similar.
© Michelle FEB-2021
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