My brain is a scary place

Where do we still turn when our head talks of nonexistence. When we are just fine and wake up the very next day, thinking life isn’t worth living. How do we explain that manic-depression doesn’t always mean you actually have manic episodes as people see them in movies? That many times manic is just having lots of energy to finally get stuff done. My brain is a scary place. It tells me to destroy myself since I can remember, and I fight it since I am a child. The war in my head leaves me on edge, constant defense.~~~~ The times of peace are like balsam to my soul. Indescribable. The days I am actually able to really, really see, feel and hear the wonders of life around me, are joyful days. I cherish those moments, they are the hope I grab onto when not well. The life line when slipping. Slowly drowning. Slowly going into the void again. Flickering like a candle, the flame in distress, the wind picking up, and there it is…….. it’s gone. I am gone. Just functioning – which I do; drilled into me through years of trial and error while becoming the strongest I can possibly be. Because my light diminishes just like that, and I become invisible to myself and the world. ~~~~~~~~~~ VOID. The skies are grey, and the world becomes a place unknown to me. I look but can’t see. I walk but my feet don’t touch. I hear, but I don’t. I reach out, and stroke with my fingertips over the plants or herbs so dear to me, but I can not feel them. Walking aimlessly around the house I call home, I look at all my beautiful still lives, work and projects around me. Created from nothing by someone I try to feel and hear and touch, but can’t reach. And even God seems so far. ~~~~~ ~~~~ For me, each year it seems the darkness grows, and becomes more frequent. Back in the days they didn’t last this long. There were so many days of strength and energy. Of plans and pulling through. Even if followed by days of simply hating the sound of cars going by the house during morning rush hour. Because they could…. and I couldn’t. How I love the air of those walking in, with life clinging to their coats and bodies. Busy doing what they do, and like bees flying from chores to activities, and work through beautiful fresh air. How I envy them through those times of darkness. Paralyzed. Thinking of morning coffees and getting dressed, taking on the new day with excitement and plans for weekends with friends and family. Hosting dinner parties I always loved so much, but can’t plan in advance often anymore because I might sit in an invisible wheelchair at the time the evening comes around. ~~~~~~Christmas. I am taking a shower, getting dressed. Looking at my face in the mirror while applying my make up, seeing years and years of what fighting this illness left so visibly in my eyes. Thinking as I do so often, that I am cheating my loved ones out of what should be the happiest of times. Wishing this all away. Wanting to be jolly. Wanting to feel the holiday spirit in my heart. But it turned on me again just like that, and I can’t make it go away. Nobody can. There is no magic pill. ~~~~~ My brain is a scary place. It tells me of death and darkness for decades. It tells me of sweet relieve. Of peace. Of nonexistence. Of leaving life behind. Why?! —- Why….. ! Every blow hits home harder as life goes on. Crumbling down the mighty walls of my souls’ aging dwellings. ~~~~And people ridicule this. How is that even possible. How can this be degraded. ~~~~ Time and time again, fighting to stay alive. Drained. Defeated. ~~~ Gathering strength to get up again, and again. Over and over. Crawling. Finally standing. Walking once more, to fall on my knees praying. Pleading for my case. Calling on the waters to cleanse me of this disease every time I step into the shower. Leaning against the tiles, the water drumming on my scull, falling to my feet after running through the black strings of my hair. I don’t want this. Not a bit. Not for a minute. Not for me. Not for my loved ones. Not for anybody in the world. Medicated, stabilized, talking and talking; years of everything modern medicine has to offer. As with cancer this is not even nearly defeated. My brain is a scary place…..it tells me tales of death and darkness, but I want light, and life , and flowers in mason jars in a house full of laughter, hugs, and love and beauty……..!

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Strength! Faith! Always faith! Don’t forget that. You can do this. There will be a better way in the days to come. I am sure of it. I must be. I am strong. There have been darker places, and I fought them all. Hope it is. The light will always find you again.

Love and Light to you!

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Simone van Hove Emery

15 thoughts on “My brain is a scary place

  1. This war with bipolar CAN be won, you just need to dig deeper into your pasts like i already had, work through all those broken pieces of your own younger years, and understand, that what happened in your past wasn’t even close to being your faults, and, after you’d gone through your childhood step by step again, your bipolar will hopefully be, cured, like mine had been “declared” so by a psychiatrist…

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    1. Thank you 🙏🏻 for your encouragement. I don’t think I will be able to ever complete that, and even so – I was born with it, as many in the family. It’s not even the bipolar – it’s more complex. Working on this since childhood. Very young. I am diagnosed with Treatment- Resisting Major Depression. So – pretty much sent home to go on, trying to live through the episodes as best as possible. Thank you.

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      1. When you said “I don’t think”, it was your brain winning already, working against you.You are definitely a fighter and keep on winning each time whenever your pen is successful at narrating a few parts of the battle that you are having with your own brain. Your warrior self against your own mind inspired me a lot.

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    1. I feel your empathy through your words never the less, and I thank you. Yes, we survive. I hope you don’t have to go there again. I really do. I believe you have fallen deep into the darkness and it is not something one forgets. I am happy you fought hard to be here today, and leave me these hopeful and loving words. 🙏🏻🙏🏻☺️❤️

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