Sun

Traveling across the oceans

To meet you

For such a long time I

Missed you and in my life

Living in the land of long winter

And shadows.

You are only a bleak remainder of

What life could be

Please let me live in the sun and

Be free

Love in the Gutter

Love is down the gutter

Dirty, stained and little bit moldy

Like an abandoned flower

Finding it there in the gutter

I doubted if I should pick up

Or not

Eventually

I did

Partly so ugly and stinking

Still so badly needed

Mistreated and mismanaged

I still had to care for it again

Like an old bad friend

The Hope That Died

I did see my hope

Slowly die in the

Cold and dark

Winter night

First it turned blue

And then red

In the end it quickly

Evaporated into the icy air

Leaving only me and the despair

Behind in the dark blue night

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.