
I fall to my death,
Quite conscious in my nightmare,
I die, dead awake.
Wisdom pleasures me,
Darkness raptures my spirit,
Folly deceives me.
I make my way to
who I was, am, will become.
Live whom I will be.
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theothersid3
I am a male, mid thirties, diagnosed with severe bipolar I in 2004. It's a small part of my life, now. I love to write on my blog, where I am known simply as theothersid3.
I have a special interest in bipolar, spirituality, philosophy, and recovery. During the day/night, I work in a factory. I spend time outside writing in my journals about many things. Some day, I hope I can help a lot of people who struggle with severe bipolar and their loved ones through what I write. This is an anonymous blog, and I'm reaching out to the world when I can, to strive for this goal of mine.
My wife has enabled me to strive farther than I thought I ever could. I love you!
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