Age of Propaganda

The printing press

Was a wonderful tool

For information and Propaganda

Then came the digital shitstorm

We are not immune to anything

Is all bipolar now

Like oil and water

Fire and water

Somehow a madness

And frustration

Has taken hold

Over our inability to change

The ils and dysfunctional

Unemployment and poverty

The insecurity of work, inequality

We are feeling trapped here

And if you feel like that

There are plenty of groups, media

And algorithm to make you feel

That way even more

Only the flowers know the answers

They remains silent

The News

Reading and following the news

All the destruction, corruption and

Thoughtless populism surrounding us

The bipolarisation of reality

Outside the spring is conquering

My world filling it with

Birdsong and flowers

A Shaky Reality

So we are back again,

Back to crazy accusations

Defining me as mentally ill,

Because i did not change my daughters dipers

Did not brush her teeth before bedtime because

She was to tired

I have to get a diagnose by a psychiatrist

Because of this

Trying to keep up, stay focused

This is a hard thing

Working to get back my energy

I don’t trust people anymore

This has been to much living together

With people that define you as mad

When they have problem to keep themselves

Together

Tensed

She comes home

After a day at the office

Filled with frustration

And ave

Being the trapped

Using us as a bin

For her frustration

Tensed and aggressive

Only the sleep will relieve us

The Falling Snow

After trying to keep

My head high

Someone put it to the ground

I am breaking through

Hitting and hurting myself

Falling down

Being criticised

All the things I carry

is a heavy load

Eventually we break down

Power is gone

Hope and dreams gone

Only the falling snow

Remains

Bipolar Circle

Living with a bipolar

One moment everything is

Fine, the next moment

She is stressed

The situation is bad as hell

Blaming and screaming

Trying to get out of it,

Is like a nightmare,

You try to run away

But your leg does not

Carry you anymore

The monster approaches

There is no way to escape

You just have to play dead

Hope for the best

Denial and Destruction

Coming home and finding

All the my clothes thrown

On the floor

She is making

Bad excuses

While

Destroying the life of all the

Near and dear

Denial as the her prime

Virtue

I have to take care

Of the spoils

Submitting Myself

Calm and imbalance

Keeping the balance

Means losing my self

But living in peace

Following her every whim

Keeping her comfort

While slowly losing my will

Like a spiders web surrounding me

Suffocating everything around her

Surviving Being a Partner to a Bipolar

Living with a bipolar partner can be very traumatic. All conflicts tend to be extreme. Whatever you are doing is completely wrong. You don’t deserve any credit for anything. No matter what you have done so far is never enough.

Then after that comes the change. She is so sorry for what happened and what she has done. Then there is a slight chance that you can agree on something. This agreement she might keep or not. But the that is s good start.

Once this pattern has repeated itself enough often. One start to adapt and create strategies for handling it. Eventually however it gets you and you can give up talking about your needs since they are not acceptable if he/ she does not feel well or is frustrated for one reason or another. It can be a family quarrel with a mother or something at work. You will have to carry the burden of that by being the target of aggression and merciless criticism for something completely different like putting the children to bed too late or in the “wrong ” way.