There was this show I watched. Well, I only watched one episode of it. I watched it because it told the story of a woman with bipolar disorder finding love. So far, that's one of my favorite interpretations of how the disorder can affect ones. At least in my case and my friend's.
There was one part of it that I didn't connect with. It was when she was wanting to live in the spontaneity. Since she wasn't sure how long she'd be in a good mood for, she tried to do everything in that moment. I didn't get that way. But time as passed and I find myself relying on my manic moments or my highs or good moods. Now, I understand that part in the show.
I feel like everything I'm interested in will pass by. I think, "I wonder how long I'll be into this before it phases out". Everything I do feels like a phase. This is why I am the moon.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
