April 4th-Bipolar Disoder (My Curse, My Gift)

My Curse

I hate the fact that I go through such drastic highs and lows.
I hate the fact that I can go weeks with minimal sleep.
I hate the fact that it seems every little hurdle are hard blows.
I hate the fact that words can cut extremely deep.

I hate the fact that I can last days with minimal eating.
I hate the fact that I will make excuses and withdraw for plans.
I hate the fact that I am used to taking an emotional beating.
I hate the fact that I live with constant "cant's"and very few "cans."

I hate the fact that my mood changes drastically.
I hate the fact that I take things too many things too seriously.
I hate the fact that I will dwell and dwell.
I hate the fact that I trap myself in my own personal hell.

My Gift

I love the fact that I can experience a mosaic of emotions.
I love the fact that I can take in moments deeper.
I love the fact that most of the time I am never going through the motions.
I love the fact that the sweet moments are sweeter.

I love the fact that I can hate, but I love the fact that I can love more.
I love the fact that people compliment of how genuine and honest I am.
I love the fact that the people around me and my life is never a bore.
I love the fact that sometimes life can hit me so strong, it's like "Bam!"

I love the fact that a minute can seem like day, a day like a year.
I love the fact that that I have so many moments I hold so dear.
I love the fact that I am lucky enough to feel such feelings, and beautiful thought.
I love the fact that even in with all the goods in this world, this can not be bought.

My curse, my gift, is just one small aspect of my identity. It is is part of my life, but it will not control it.