Psychosis

Each day becomes more insane
So you try to drive in every lane
You don’t know your thoughts are not true
Yet they leave you feeling so blue 

You’re told the worst things all day
So to fight them you pretend to play 
You don’t understand why no one sees
The crazy things in the trees 

It’s so obvious and makes so much sense 
The air becomes thick and dense 
Your body feels things touch and poke 
It’s drives you mad so you go off to smoke 

You’re convinced the world is playing a trick 
So much so you feel sick 
Why are they messing with my head?
I hear them talking when I’m in bed 

The things they plot and plan to do 
It’s so detailed that you know it’s true 
They play dumb and call you crazy 
The worlds becoming really hazy 

Try a little white pill 
You’re sure it’s there just to kill 
You beg and plead and try to explain 
You secretly plot to take the next train 

The meds work, it’s all so clear 
You immediately start to tear 
What happened to you wasn’t real
There’s no words to describe how you feel

The destruction you made to your life 
You fantasize things you can do with a knife 
It’s all your fault and you didn’t know 
Embarrassment and quite the blow 

The things you did and what you said 
You want to hide all day in bed 
Recovery is a long hard road
It feels like you will just explode
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June 12, 2022 at 3:05 PM
Samantha, My husband of 40 years was bipolar. He spent a lot of time in mania. It sounds a lot like what you experienced -- a terrible place. I'm happy for you that the meds work. Just remember--it's not your fault. Take care, Ann
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June 12, 2022 at 9:47 PM
It’s tough road for everyone. I’ve had a lot of trauma in my life but going through psychosis and mania was hands down the worst experience I could imagine many living through. I wouldn’t wish it on the devil himself. It felt like I walked into hell. Realizing how evil your own mind can be and what torment it can put you through is an out of this world massive shock. My words above are mere sliver of the truth. I appreciate your kindness. So few really understand.
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