Today I thought I’d share a poem I wrote when my bipolar symptoms were in evidence–one that, I think, illustrates the chatter that, even now, I push aside but hear vaguely in the background–a whisper that back-drops and wall papers my expereince of almost everything–every bowl of cereal I eat, every peice of paper I pick up, every book, every door I close or open or slam shut, hoping to silence the sing-song.
This is what my head says . . .
The back of the truck is let down and I am in the street again lines down the center of the roadway yellow voices The color of a dress I had age three yellow roses on the bodice yellow roses on the table where the place is set for us to eat zucchini and avocado and other vegetables with green skin that must be peeled away before consuming Before comes earlier than after as does the obvious preacher talk of Jesus saving other people from their sin Sin is always in the third person
In the cacophony, there resides beautiful, evocative images. It sounds like the struggle is to release one, while holding fast to the other.
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Interesting observation, Renee. Not only that, but sometimes it’s hard to grab hold of the language at all. It’s like a soundtrack playing in the distance–something I can tune out when I’m feeling well. It’s just kind of there in the background.
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Beautiful words, Kathy. Sin is such a big word of three letters; one I prefer infinitely is grace, and it’s only one letter longer.
Sunshine xx
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amen! Couldn’t agree with you more! I adore the word “grace.”————–
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I wonder if our society has made certain “disorders” negatives when in reality they are simply different ways of seeing the world. Perhaps you see the world more clearly because of the chatter; maybe the chatter has messages to share. Your writing speaks volumes, because you have so much inside.
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I have to say, that I have often wondered the same thing. Especially since there are some good things about bipolar disorder–namely that it tends to lend itself to creativity.
So, yes, I agree–I really do, Lisa.
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Kathy, I too, agree with Lisa’s comment.
Yesterday, I listened to a talk given by spiritual teacher Eckhart Tolle in which he addressed the topic of mind chatter. His advice is to observe or notice the thoughts without judgement and resistence by being present or focus attention in the body. Just allow without a need to get rid of. Eckhart teaches to practice being present in the Now (present moment) often as the key to the rise above human mind chatter which is also part of the collective human mind psyche. Eckhart’s experience has taught him that the human mind has limited human knowledge and that the Intelligence of Life Itself which we have access to comes from the eternal Creative One Life. I find his talks fascinating and the practice of being present in my body instead of my head is helping my daily living immensely.
We don’t have to believe what society dictates. Our deeper inner knowing is the real teacher.
Hope the packing and preparing to move home goes well.
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Thanks, Marianne. what you say about living in your body rather than your head is actually quite helpful. Sometimes I forget that. And yes, it’s my own deeper knowing that’s most important. I appreciate these reminders—————
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Just curious… does this occur with medication? I have a sister that is Bipolar and she does not describe it quite like you do.
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Yes, I would never be able to keep this at a distance without medication. And it took years to get the medication correct. Several things to keep in mind here:
First, there is more than one kind of bipolar disorder. Second, psychotic disorders exist on a kind of contiuum with schizophrenia at one end, schizo-affective disorder in the middle, and bipolar disorder at the other end. My diagnosis in clinical terms is a bi-polar type of schizo-affective disorder, which pretty much means I sit somewhere between schizo-affective disorder and bipolar disorder on the continuum.
Hope this helps, and thanks for the question. It’s a good one.
Bottom line–different folks will have different expereinces depending on the subtlties of the diagnosis–rather, knowing the details of diagosis can help one understand some of these subtle differences in symptoms. I usually just tell poeple, if I tell them anything at all, that I have bipolar disorder, as that’s easiest for most folks to understand. But really it’s much more complicated than that. Maybe this is something I should do a post on sometime.
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The last line really grabbed me…there was something about it that reminded me of the role of the church in many people’s lives.
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Yes, I think many people use the church as a place to escape into easy anwers about right and wrong, so that it becomes a place of blame rather than one of redemption.
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I’m very close to a person with bipolar disorder, or something that has been vaguely defined as such. I feel for you and wish you the best with finding balance and happiness. Your poem is beautiful.
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Thanks, Heather, glad the poem spoke to you. Hope the person you know is doing okay! Take care.
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This makes me wonder if there isn’t a bit of bi-polar disorder in all of us… or at least in me. The rhythm of the words doesn’t feel entirely unfamiliar.
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Interesting observation, Terri. We certainly all have the potential for strong and extreme feelings. Glad the poem speaks to you. That’s what makes a poem work, when theres an echo of everyone in it.
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Interesting observations about church at the end of the poem, Kathy. The lines between right/wrong, mental health/mental ‘illness’, creativity/madness are not as straightforward as we are often led to believe. I think we as a human race try to comfort ourselves into thinking that there are easy answers to some of life’s biggest questions, because it can be too overwhelming and complicated to acknowledge (let alone accommodate) such a broad continuum of behaviours and beliefs. Beautiful poem once more.
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Dana, you have said so beautifully something I fully believe to be true, but don’t think I could have said nearly as well. When you are no long willing to accept the easy answers, life becomes way more complicated than most people can tolerate. Thanks for this clarity!
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I love the last line, “Sin is always in the third person.” Brilliant. 🙂
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Thanks! I’m so glad you appreciate the poem– And the last line— I think all to often the word “sin” is used to talk about other people rather than oneself. Hope you have a great day!
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