Many Manic-Depressives over the years have thought of me as some kind of leader because through it all I have lived somewhat of a life and survived attempts that would normally kill someone. Don't please for the love of everything you hold don't follow my lead, I am nothing but a lost sheep in the herd.
I wander through life letting others ego's and what-not push me aside as I fight the urge to let the beast out of his cage, to unleash him as one of my exes used to say. Because when I let him out of his cage bad things happen even to people who are just trying to be there for me. Even occasionally I hurt myself along the way and when I put him back in his cage, I try so hard to take it out on myself.
In the meantime like so many others, I take it out on myself all of it past & present with little to no exceptions. And when the nights come when I can't do anything but dream and I spend the night with someone who used to love me I wake up with a rage most could not understand or live with. And of course that is part of why I am no longer married because often it was taken out on the nearest source of emotional support.
So whatever you think of me don't follow me, think of me as some kind of representative of what it is like to live with it. No, I wasn't supposed to live this long according to doctors and yes, I am still here. That makes me nothing more than someone who has ruined supportive relationships, chased away friends and providers alike that cared for me. And now, I am all alone inside my mind is a daily struggle to care about anything as the rest of my body's ailing finally catch up with my high-strung manic mind working towards the end of my life that in my opinion cannot come soon enough.
Before my beast takes away the last few vestiges of support and places to feel safe outside of my home. Inside he is tearing at my flesh, eating away at what is left of my soul and begging me to join so many others who have gone before me. Because when under even perceived stress my mind both races and changes mood course so many times in a day it wears me out leaving me to sleep where the dreams tear at me once more.
Lead your own course, don't follow me please for your sake not mine.
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