The Beginning of a Depression

All good things must come to an end, I suppose. The past three days I have felt as though my manic days are over with… at least for the time being. Now I am entering a depression, the peak of summertime sadness. The days are bright and warm, filled with hope, yet I feel empty…

Bicycle

I often compare bipolar disorder’s rapid cycling to that of a bicycle. When you peddle as quickly as you can, the wheels move just as fast. Once the wheel is moving as fast as possible, that’s when I start to make the analogy. The spokes are each and every emotion and feeling that we possess…