There’s A Lot Of Bugs In That Light

I am often entertained by my own bipolar roller-coaster. Even with medication the ride is unexpected. Yesterday I started writing but it was quite odd. I was in a depressed mood but was trying to be silly. Just didn’t mesh well. So I waited until today. Still feel kind of off but not as bad.

As much as I get tired of taking medication, I am thankful for it. I tried the natural route, just didn’t stabilize my rickety coaster enough. My current medications are doing great, they have stabilized my coaster with strong steel beams. Occasionally a screw comes loose but them I just seem like a normal person not the bipolar coaster from hell.

Maybe that is why I don’t write poetry as much as I used to. It is harder to write when you are happy because you are busy being happy. But then I didn’t have kids back in the major poetry writing days.  And I certainly wouldn’t want to torture my family but going off my meds just so I can write.

So I write about motherhood, being a wife and the world around me instead of that deep dark hole that I used to dwell in. I like the light up here much better.