Walking the line
Between genius and madness
Suddenly losing functionality
Of the inbuilt self-regulating brain
Setting in motion a turbulent life
Love being manic
Fascinated by my flight of ideas
Taking me to the peak of my creativity
Impressed by my multitasking abilities
Intoxicated by my racing thoughts
The feeling of falling apart
The battle to emerge or be wiped out
Conflict between surviving instinct
And drowning in the ocean of sorrow
Proves exhausting to oneself
Hate being depressed
Crying constantly, slowing me down,
Inability to cope with simple tasks
Saps the wind out of me
Suicidal thoughts cloud my mind
Friends and colleagues
Have abandoned me
Avoided me like plague
I’ve learnt that they were shallow
Relatives refuse to see it as an illness
Pray and you shall be healed
Years of mantra that never crystallised
Fell on deaf ears, no magical cure!
Lost my faith and belief
Blurring my window of hope
People often advice
Just get over it, it’s not an illness
Voice within me shouts out
It’s not a decision, It’s a disorder!
Not a weakness to overcome
Money or fame can’t fix it
Your dreams vanish,
Plans disintegrate
A struggle for existence
A void consumes you
Helplessness seeks solutions
Medically tweaking brain chemistry
To sail through the misery
Lifting the depression
Arresting the mania
My struggles witness
The depths of darkness
Equips me with deeper compassion
Teaches me to take one day at a time
Learning to cope to stay afloat
I’ve nothing to hide
Continuing my flight
Between heaven and hell
World, wipe away your stigma and bias
To make my world a better place.
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