Three months ago, (Aug.) I was in a very dark place. (Most of 2024 has been awful). I thought I had emerged but seemed to have taken a significant step back lately. I was never going to share this but fuck it. It is what it is. Oversharing perhaps. But it's not a bad poem (I barely write anymore) and makes a point I'd like to pass on to you.
The Inevitable
When the day comes
Know it was no-one’s fault
Least of all mine
There were other options
I felt explored already
So don’t be angry
I wasn’t selfish
It was a Mercy Act
Overdue
Not taken many years earlier
For the sake of others.
We all get there
In the end
Ageing deterioration
In this state
Felt too much to bear.
We are all ultimately
In a ‘I Now’ reality
Irrespective of others
No how close the bond.
We’re merely Caged
Without Walls
Weighed down
By our mortal limitations
And I pushed mine
To its last.
I hope your structure
Is ultimately kinder
To its fragile host.
12.8.24
11pm.
This from Healthline.
Living with bipolar disorder is associated with decreased life expectancy. “Lifestyle factors prevalent among individuals with bipolar disorder — such as increased rates of smoking, substance use, poor dietary habits, and a sedentary lifestyle — pose additional risks for chronic illnesses,” Jensen says.
Compounding it all, he adds, are the natural mental health challenges that come from living with bipolar disorder, such as chronic stress, medication side effects, and suicidal ideation.
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Brent Metcalf, a licensed clinical social worker from Kingsport, Tennessee, explains that the heightened risk of suicide stems from the intense mood shifts, impulsivity, and hopelessness that often characterize the condition.
I miss the person I was. The life I had.
I hope you're in a decent place. I wouldn't wish this shit upon anyone.
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