Racing Thoughts,
Thoughts Disjointed,
Spinning A Tale of Non-Reality.
A Rush Of Euphoria,
A State of Bliss,
Can Anything Get Better Than This?
Up So High,
Looking Down Below,
At Logic Left Behind.
Thoughts Racing,
Spinning A Tale Of Non-reality,
Until the Psych Ward Becomes A Reality.
Hallucinations, Delusions,
They Become My Friends,
Comforts Me When My Mind Refuses To Bend.
The Ego Implodes,
Lets Loose It’s Desires,
Am I Phantom Or A Vampire?
Neither, I am Lying Here,
In A Hospital Bed,
Where Abilify Brings Back The Sharp Memory…
That None Of This,
None Of This,
Was Ever Real.
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Who Am I?
Who Am I? Well fuck, that’s a loaded question. My name is Brittany Gushue and the thing that seems to define me the most and the topic to which this blog is dedicated to is the fact that I suffer from Bipolar Type One. I believe what makes me the best person to educate and bring to light topics of mental health is my firsthand experience with this disorder and all its pitfalls and actually believe it or not, benefits. I have learned a lot in my twenty eight years on this earth but the fundamental truth I am most thankful for learning is to never take anything for granted – especially your sanity.
I have been hospitalized on three separate occasions, twice for manic psychosis and once for depression. I have experienced the soaring highs and crippling lows of the bipolar pendulum and I can honestly say I don’t know which is worse. I’ve had delusions of grandeur, hallucinations and paranoia as a result of my illness. I believe these things make me fundamentally more grounded as a person for having lost my sanity, not once but twice, I write from nothing resembling a high horse.
I am currently an aspiring author and am working on a manuscript detailing my journey from sanity to insanity, and then back again. A fun fact about me is that I once genuinely believed I was a millionaire with boat loads of cash and luxury cars at my disposal when in reality I was living off welfare. I’ve spent more time in the psych ward than most will ever spend in a hospital in general. I am certifiable but best believe I own that shit.
The thing that connects me to you, my reader, however is that at the very core of it I am human just like you. I’ve experienced love, loss, fear and everything in between. I write from a place of experience when addressing mental health. I want you to understand if nothing else that your illness does not define you. You are undeniably you, flaws and all. Embrace that shit!And remember you are never completely alone in this. There are people like me who have been there and have come out better for it on the other side.
More than anything, I want to say, “I hope you’re down for the ride” that is this blog.
xoxoxoxox,
BiPolarMania
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Really well said and constructed.
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Thanks so much!
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So that how it feels to be in this state
no wonder people get too confused
it seems like some negative entities
feed you lies for them to be amused
sounds really hard to fight it back
when you realize they are not real
you have made a great step forward
remember we are right there with you
even if you don’t see us in the ward.
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Thanks for the comment! It was a really confusing period of my life, I never thought I could actually hallucinate and have delusions like that while completely sober. The mind is a miraculous and scary thing. Sometimes, in my case, it flips itself on its head. And its reassuring to know there are others right there with me.
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I’m glad to read that you have become stronger than that!
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I LOVE it! . . and totally relate!
I wrote a poem about psychosis too! It’s called, They.
They
They’re always around
I’m never alone
They’re on my TV
They’re inside my phone
They rearrange objects
All through my home
They switch apples to oranges
Or brushes to combs
They conceal their identity
Never reveal their true face
Morphing from fat to thin
At a jaw-dropping pace
Fleeing outside
Provides no relief
They’re perched on the rocks
They’re under each leaf
I take to the road
Hoping to flee with my car
But they control all the gears
I never get very far
Outside, inside
Awake or asleep
Over and under
Shallow or deep
Ale round, behind
Ahead, beside
Out in the open, they masterfully hide
This game is exhausting
Played by rules I can’t see
Maybe one day I’ll embrace that
“They” are inside of me
I hope you enjoyed my poem and can relate. You can read more poems and stories about living with Psychosis on my blog at http://www.breathingwithanoose.com.
I would love any feedback, comments, or suggestions.
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This is awesome! I love it and the poem has great rhythm
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