Glass
We are breakable. Does it make us fragile? Do the cracks in our souls mean we're going to shatter at any second?
I think about how my Bipolar makes me feel like my web is fragile. Sanity is a push and pull existence for me. Just when I think that I'm doing well, I slip and crack my head. Will all the cracks shatter my existence?
I choose to believe that my strength keeps me grounded and more solid than I otherwise would be. Strength comes in many forms. My strength keeps me aware of my surroundings internal and external. There are times when I wish that I could start fresh and all the cracks would be gone. But would I be me? Do all the countless tears seal up the cracks? Or do they just merely leak out?
I wish that Bipolar had never come into my world. I want to crawl back inside and pull the covers over my head in the hope that the remains will simply disappear. But I know that's the coward's way out. My strength has gotten me through years of this battle. I will battle on. It's my world now. I claim it as my own.
The cracks may still be there, but with a little of my own glue they will stay together. I'm not as fragile as it would seem.
A girl. Exploring the world of Bipolar Disorder one day at a time. Informing and educating the public about mental illness.
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© 2009 Cristina C. Fender
