My moods have been predetermined and prescribed.
Seven tiny compartments measure my days.
Pink and orange match the sunrise
and taste bitter with my coffee.
I chase them with water so they
mellow in my blood,
as if water can render toxic harmless.
Yellow sticks in my throat every morning,
and steals my happiness before it can shine.
White dissolves under my tongue,
it can’t get in fast enough,
the impatient little fucker.
If white is late, I start to itch.
Blue makes me saddest of all.
Without blue, the rest is just candy,
and I will never sleep again.
I’m always packing a rainbow wherever I go.
I love the line ” I am packing rainbows wherever I go.”
Powerful imagery!!
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I love this imagery for the pain in the ass of the meds taking life. Thanks Nicole.
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Great post Nicole. Meds meds meds meds….blah
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Reblogged this on The Therapy Bar ☕️.
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Thank you
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You’re welcome, Nicole! Your writing on bipolar is the best I have ever read.
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Wow. That’s quite the compliment. Thank you so much.
Love and Light to you.
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This is just beautiful. Sometimes it’s so hard to swallow. To shove your daily dose down, but the withdrawal unfortunately is far worse.
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Reblogged this on The Lithium Chronicles and commented:
A golden oldie that just fits today
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