It is said that being Bipolar is like a roller coaster trip. First it is a slow climb up, levels off and a rapid drop. And just as you think your about to hit the ground, there are several quick screw turns before it begins the climb back upwards, before the pattern repeats itself. And then there are the lovely tunnels you zip through where everything goes black for a few seconds, only to get hit in the face with bright sunlight.
After what seems like two life times, the car slowly returns to its starting point and allows you out, knowing full well you left your stomach somewhere up in the clouds.
Except with Bipolar, you never leave the car; it is one long Roller Coaster and then you go to heaven.
And pray there are no Roller Coasters in heaven.
I hate Roller Coasters. Even my beloved husband couldn't get me on one.
Maybe because just looking at the ride reminds me what it feels like inside my body, what it feels like in my mind.
That's why I like Merry-Go-Rounds. Nice. Steady. Slow.
Boring.
At least I don't throw up.
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