Facing My Demons 1

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Before I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, I was diagnosed with depression and put on an antidepressant. Doctors need to be careful when prescribing antidepressants to people with Bipolar Disorder because many antidepressants can cause mania in patients with Bipolar Disorder. I recently unearthed some of my poetry from my first-ever truly manic days. (Ever since then, I have had several manic episodes. I think the antidepressant rewired my brain.)

Over the next few weeks, I will publish it stanza by stanza.

Facing my Demons

I sit in a tomb

dark, except for a flickering red glow.

Eerie screams of tortured souls

slither up from the catacombs.

The despair of the lost potentiates my own.

But they’re not really there.

All in my head.

My friends outside push and heave at the tombstone.

They want to save me.

But they can’t. Because they’re not really there.

All in my head. Shall I go down?