I woke up and felt it.
The mania.
The overwhelming depression.
It takes over my entire being.
My mind is all sadness.
The anxiety makes my entire body tremble.
There’s no fixing it.
There is no cure.
I feel like I’ve lost control over my own mind.
I was doing so well.
But with bipolar disorder, every morning is a surprise.
I wake up, and I’m immediately in agony.
Tears develop behind my eyes with no thoughts behind it.
With no reason.
It’s a terrifying realization.
It’s an uncontrollable illness.
It hits with no warning signs.
Nothing helps. Only time.
Author- Katherine Estelle