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Hello mania and welcome home depression. It is nice to see we have come together to have some tea. Who knows what mixed episode we may find tonight.

A path, or a journey you could say, is never straight nor smooth. Mine, I prefer twists and turns with hills to climb. Moments too soon or a moment frozen in time will forever be the guiding light. Awake long after the medicine should have kicked in and then the sun rises to the settling in of past memories, not real regrets, not something to be ashamed, only in a haunting way, a way that feels right.

I want to write but pen and paper are never near to my crippling hands as my mind races further on. I feel something as I always have and know so very well. The past is a reminder to be proactive, yet leaves me revelling in the moments that have forever scarred my body.
It is easy for some, sweater weather they shout, detrimental for me, a trigger that scares me with every long sleeve. They are easily tucked away nicely beneath my watch for little to see, but not my memories nor my present thoughts. Damaging. Breathless. Intriguing. Want. Can't.

Wide awake and silent sadness mixed with exhaustion and hyperactive sets. I mean come on it is past one a.m. now. I should be asleep but guess who needs a medicine adjustment. Something to smooth the path out again.

There is more to say but now my brain says it is time to go. Where it wants is unknown I just end up there. Whether I get to enjoy blissful energy or to find melancholy is not by choice just a by product of chemistry gone mad.

I must be Alice but this isn't wonderland.

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