Taking Root

The thing with Bipolar

Your thoughts go unchecked?

I sow them, I nurture them

Feed them and watch awhile

What grows is not a pretty

The flower that you behold

Is not sweet-smelling

They have robbed me of good thoughts

And destroyed them. What’s left?

Just a hatred of yourself

Again, knee-deep in soil and shit

Fighting, with the roots of weeds

That I nurtured in the first place

I turned to writing for therapy after a long period of ill-health. I have just returned to work. I am a researcher, writer, and Mental Health Advocate.

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