Well, in truth, there are more versions of me but today I only note 2 in particular. One being the "out in the world" version and the other, well you all know, the "one with bipolar" version.
Out in the World version is the one that is a daughter, a sister, a mother, was a wife, am a employee, a taxpayer, and a citizen. It has numerous and multitudes of responsibilities such as bills, raising child, caring for elderly parent, dodging toxic sisters, being abused as wife, working for a MH agency going down the toilet, paying taxes, and well... being a citizen of this fine & republican country (a bit of sarcasm there).
It must go out into the world with a smile on it's face. It can't be angry. It can't be sad. It can't be "too happy" and it can't be "too mad". It can't have an off day or a quiet day and it can't have a dizzying day or a suicidal ideated day.
It must smile, keeps it's head up, be positive, be cheerful, socialize, patronize, generalize, and energize. No mistake is it allowed, nor can it be alone or in a large crowd and yes, I know.. it seems I am rhyming. So much better than the alternative of dying.
It can't argue. It can't disagree. It can't speak up and depending on the situation, it isn't even allowed to agree.
Not allowed to be sick, not allowed to be ill for if it is, there is no money to earn to put in the till. Must work work work, must pay your bills, must never ever ever feel the bipolar ills.
Now, the One with Bipolar version, she is so different. She is hidden and secret and strictly forbidden.
Can't show it's face, can't enjoy it's grace, for if it does then it's a disgrace. Peace, not to be found though it looks all around. Up, down, sideways, and all over town. Not a place to be found that holds peace of mind, thoughts always scattered if not in a depressive bind.
It can't be shown. It can't be told. It can't be exposed for it will be harshly scolded.
Weak, meek, useless, and crazy. Never mind that most folks think it's lazy when some days it's mind is so very very hazy.
Pain inside and pain outside, pain is all it knows and feels. So sad that the more time goes by and the more it ages, the less it heals and the more it's mind kills. Kills dreams and hopes and fantasies galore, leaves only gaping searing painful mental sores.
So.. those are the 2 versions of Tabby at this moment you see. Always caught in what feels like a turbulant stormy sea. Waves so high and waves so deep, always knocking and rolling me out of my desire for deep sleep.
I wish I may and I wish I might, for just one night, be allowed to give up the never ending fight.


Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I have been feeling so alone. I am going through the same thing. Sometimes I find (pardon my religious reference) saying the Serenity Prayer over and over and over again helps:
"God grant me the serenity to accecpt the things I cannot change. The courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time enjoying one moment at a time. Accecpting hardship as a pathway to peace"....
all the best
ABaker
even in the deepest midst of blackened darkness
you are not alone
peace