I hate bipolar.

Hate is a strong word. It wields an ugly power I don’t care to tap into, but right now I hate bipolar. I effing hate it. I hate what it does to my beautiful son. I hate what it does when it rears it’s ugly head and cycles through our home like an unyielding tornado, leaving destruction in its wake.

Tornadoes appear and disappear so quickly, there’s no time to prepare, to take shelter. No time to shield yourself, and then they are gone as quickly as they came.

They never even look back at the damage they’ve done . . . they just move on.

I hate bipolar.


Rage lashes



gnashing teeth

claws extended

striking blindly

Distorted thought

unbridled emotion




and then . . .



It curls up

in the debris

Purring, it sleeps


in your arms




5 thoughts on “I hate bipolar.

  1. I remember a lady in our home group who was bipolar. She hated her meds and when she went off them, she drove naked, spent all her money, and got arrested. Her life was a shambles. I hate what happened to her. What a nightmare.


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