Why I Stopped Taking Medication For Bipolar
The brain is a magnificent thing
A blessing and a curse
Serotonin, Dopamine, and Norepinephrine
Something wasn't balanced
Depression, mania, and anxiety
The psychiatrist tells me I need medication
Take 3 pills a day
Every day
From now until I die
In conjunction with weekly therapy
Just to be normal
That means
No more suicidal thoughts or extreme anxiety
No more racing thoughts or explosive outbursts
No more top of the world feelings
No more me.
If being normal means being someone else
I'm willing to risk the side effects
Even if it results in premature death
At least I will have lived a full life
And one that was my own.
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