Questioning, wondering, and reflecting on the journey of bipolar disorder
I sit and I wonder about the pharmaceutical influences I am under and the diagnosis of bipolar disorder that hovers like clouds of thunder.
I question answers I’ve been given and question the questions that in my mind have arisen.
I wonder why do I have to be medicated to stay in this reality. In questioning this question I remove the “why” which yields the next enquiry.
Do I have to be medicated to stay in this reality? It seems to me it must not be 100% so. When I ask my heart it gives me a no.
I then wish to comprehend on that which I can depend to mend my repressed and disembodied soul.
I ask this knowing that I don’t know but that I must stay open to that which glows when I feel again that my heart knows.
I freeze as I ponder complexities and perplexities that are beyond the context of current paradigms texts.
Do I have the courage to lean in the direction of what was gleaned when seeing the unseen?
All I have are questions and no answers. There is freedom in this exploration.