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Cyclothymia and Depression - a Collaboration With Darren White:

The parachute just will not open,
As I spiraled, free falling to the ground,
This nightmare is happening again,
Never able to leave this merry-go-round.

Another day of struggle and strife,
In a throat hold deadly dangerous grip,
I’ve lost the concept and meaning of life,
Drowned in self-pity waters I do dip.

Love can neither rescue or save me,
Falling faster than the pouring rain,
On this rafter lost on the high sea,
I know in my heart I have nothing to gain.

They say that misery adores company,
In my case, this is neither right nor true,
Wishing that I could one day see,
And live a life never feeling blue.

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The other side of me is light and free
As I'm soaring the skies like an eagle
High and jubilant, nothing escapes me
On top of the world, a ruler, regal

Who does need sleep? I don't, I'm writing
Poem after poem, and in between
I paint, play guitar, I am thriving
The most wonderful person ever seen

I am at full speed, creative high tide 
No one can follow, I love you all 
All that worried me I now push aside
Trying to forget about my next fall...

Why can't I have some balance, always!
Where I'm creative, and not feel bad
Where I can sleep, happiness stays
Without knowing that I'll soon be sad.

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Anne-Lise Andresen April 29, 2017 at 2:47 PM - A great subject and beautiful written - a 7 - hugs and happy weekend // Anne-Lise :)

Nette Onclaud April 28, 2017 at 2:13 PM WW, beautiful team-up highlighting the real meaning of attention deficiency with fine pens!..huggs White Wolf April 28, 2017 at 6:30 PM Thank you, Nette /|\

Connie Marcum Wong April 28, 2017 at 1:35 PM I understand this only too well. All four of my children suffer from this, and ADHD. My only son has it the worst. I am so thankful he found an understanding wife. His older sisters have never married. It is hard to understand unless you live with it. Your poem pretty much says it all and is so moving. It seems genetic in our family. The more people who become aware the better. Blessings, Connie : ) White Wolf April 28, 2017 at 6:29 PM Thank you for understanding, Connie. And for your lovely comment /|\

Elizabeth Kinch April 28, 2017 at 1:04 PM Brilliant, you write so well together. #7++ White Wolf April 28, 2017 at 6:27 PM Thank you kindly /|\

Heidi Sands April 28, 2017 at 9:33 AM Excellent Collaboration!! This is perfect :) White Wolf April 28, 2017 at 6:26 PM Thank you very much, Heidi /|\

Chris Green April 28, 2017 at 7:29 AM It matters not if we dance, if we laugh, if we sit, if we cry as long as we write. And the we I am referring to is you two poets. Every time your pens sings a duet, the music is so very beautiful and amazing. Bravo to both poets. Darren White April 28, 2017 at 8:12 AM Sorry, I sometimes forget this is not MY poem list :( White Wolf April 28, 2017 at 7:38 AM Haha, that bloody penguin pops up everywhere! /|\ White Wolf April 28, 2017 at 7:37 AM Oh, Chris! Such a lovely thing to say, my friend! I'm glad you liked this one mate! It's like we were writing for each other in this one, we reversed roles here! Thanks a bunch /|\ Darren White April 28, 2017 at 7:35 AM Thanks Chris :) And write we do!

Jan Allison April 28, 2017 at 4:54 AM Well done Darren and White Wolf you open our eyes to a subject that is so misunderstood ... I guess having cyclothymia must be like being on a rollercoaster with such rapid highs and lows. I am so lucky I don't suffer from either condition and glad you find comfort through your writing:-) hugs Jan xx Darren White April 28, 2017 at 6:05 AM Just to be clear, I am not Bipolar, I have MDD or Clinical Depression, but we share a lot of syptoms and there we found each other :) White Wolf April 28, 2017 at 5:01 AM It is therapeutic, Jan! But I can only write when manic or "high". In my down times, I am not creative at all! AT ALL!!! Which makes it suck even more! Thankfully I am reasonably leveled out on my medications. Just must make sure I don't stop taking them is all! Or else I become psychotic! Thank you for your visit today and happy limerick judging /|\

Darren White April 28, 2017 at 2:54 AM I especially love this poem because it is so close to you, to me. We've found each other one day in mutual understanding over this. And it's this part of our friendship that is very helpful during our darker days. A different poem from what people are used to from us, but that is good :).... What Demetrios said yes... Cyclothymia is Bipolar Disorder III, there are three forms of bipolar disorder, and this one is the form where mood changes in rapid succession. Darren White April 28, 2017 at 3:13 AM You're welcome, it was a pleasure :) White Wolf April 28, 2017 at 3:02 AM I put that image up that you sent me! Love it! Haha, thanks a bunch for your help on this one, Duir!!! /|\

Demetrios Trifiatis April 28, 2017 at 2:53 AM Monumental poem on cyclothymia that only someone who lives it could ever fully understand! I bow before the beauty and truthfulness of this masterpiece which came out of such superb collaboration. Congratulations to both of you: WW and DW! A seven to each a nd a fav to me ! Cyclothymia= from two Greek words- Kyclos = cycle and Thymos= Mood. We all are my friend, just the speed changes! White Wolf April 28, 2017 at 3:01 AM But we don't all have psychotic episodes! Haha, thank you dearly, Demetrios! As you are aware there is still a lot of stigma surrounding this subject! Hopefully one day that shall dissolve /|\