I’m bipolar but I’m not crazy, and I never was.
I’m stark raving sane. – Emile Autumn
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All We Do
by Bap Mason
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MY BIPOLAR ELEVATOR
by Kendall F. Person
An adult living under the constraints of bipolar disorder must play tricks on their own mind. My tricks begin with the labeling of the box. The lighter used medicinal term, bipolar, is interchangeably listed at random with the psychologically damning diagnosis ‘manic-depressant’. I reject them both, along with the pharmaceuticals that the terms rode in on. So engaging in trickery, I created my own term, as well as, developed a combat-technique more conducive to how I see me.
My elevator. I offer no complaints or ‘woes are me’, for my elevator stays way up high 90% of the time. But it is the 10%, which is my test, engaging me in a mental battle, that ultimately decides my fate. When emotions are in direction downward, I reach upward for my natural armor, and defeat the demons before they can arise. I drown my world in the positives that I see. I read forceful prose, like If by Rudyard Kipling
I am at my best, within a scattered, manic organizational flow, balanced atop the high-wire – until I fall, crashing my elevator in the process. But self-awareness and experience remind me, that the only outcome a downward spiral offers, is submission to defeat. So I open the blinds, embark on a long bike ride, telephone an old friend. or simply, I return to my center and write.
The old montage, ‘finding strength in the misery of others’ is archaic at best. The real mantel is finding inspiration within your fellow man or woman. In knowing you are not alone. In believing there is a natural beauty all around us and inside us, as well. Rather we choose to see by finding techniques that allow our elevators to rise or by choosing a return to bipolar, a world we do not accept nor recognize – is up to us..
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I enjoyed reading about anothers struggle. Makes mine less scary
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Follow! – http://theforeverbipolar.wordpress.com
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Hello. Always welcome sharing other neighborhoods and blogs, but please… say hello. (big smile)
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My apologies Kendall. Thank you for your reply! I hope you’re having an amazing day. Take care. xox
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Great post! I’m a bipolar blogger too 🙂
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It was an intriguing read Kendall, thanks. Once we can find our elevator as Bipolar battlers, it makes our middle ground much more enjoyable because we worry less about a severe episode. One of the biggest challenges however is to prevent complacency with that new found stability.
Thanks,
Luke
https://yourlifeyourstory.wordpress.com/
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diagnosed bi-polar so too, take that elevator to the penthouse you deserve it.x
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Damn!!! That’s beautiful! What a great thing for me to find on this good day! I will read it more often when I fall down because it’s this kind of strength that I need then. Thanks for the inspiration! What a badass!!! I’m in awe!
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Welcome to The Neighborhood. So glad you made it (big smile)
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🙏 An absolute showstopper, KP! 👏🏻👏🏻 It all makes sense, in its crazily sane spaces that I like to call rationalize and recognize. Bravo. 😃😎🤗
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I cry, then I write about why I am crying which usually helps me find my way out of the maze and into the light once again. Through my teen years my step-father tried to make us kids memorize “If”. What a poem. I only memorized bits and pieces but I still love it. Thanks for reminding me about it.
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It lives as an unwritten rule passed down by young men of my fraternity, that whenever we meet a man, that does know its wisdom, we are immediately to recite If. That was 30 years, and I still can recite it .. on a dime. Glad to know your father passed along it to his daughter. And thank you for sharing your plan when elevator goes down (big smile). So glad you’re here
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I choose to look for the good, the beautiful things in life.
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Nice one Kendall! Made me realize this state is better than being stuck.
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Very nicely done, really.
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oh, I needed to read this one today. Thanks – perfect message!
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I am so glad you found comfort in My Elevator (big smile)
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