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Bipolaroni - a little bit Italian and a nut (or two)

     




 



Bipolaroni - a little bit Italian and a nut (or two)
My journey is beautiful, ugly, colorful, but my own. Too many times I’ve wandered into the danger zone. I fly in I crawl out When I fly, I fly high When I crawl, I want to die The higher I fly The lower I fall On my calloused knees I look for level ground To my illness I am forever bound. Bound but not held Stronger for the fight And with all my might I continue to fight To be stable And I AM able!

Rantings and gut-pulling honesty about living and coping with bipolar and clinical depression.

This blog documents my real-life experiences with mental illness from my first psychotherapy session to the present day.

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This community is for individuals who are bipolar and/or have a loved one that is bipolar.