Manic Depression isn’t called that anymore, but Jimi Hendrix made it sound so good on his song….
“Manic Depression’s touching my soul,
I know what I want,
but I just don’t know how to go about getting it.
Feeling, sweet feeling
drops from my finger, fingers
Manic Depression’s captured my soul.
Woman so willing the sweet cause in vain,
you make love,
you break love,
it’s-a all the same when it’s…
when it’s over.
Music sweet music,
I wish I could caress, caress, caress.
Manic Depression’s a frustrating mess.
Well, I think I’ll go turn myself off an’ go on down.
Really ain’t no use me hanging around.
Oh, I gotta see you.”
I was thought to have bipolar disorder, which is what they now call Manic Depression, when I first went to a doctor about my depression.
I was 25 when I realized that there was no way I could handle the tempest alone. I call it a tempest because there are calm moments and there are moments of utter rage. Moments that sink ships and moments of beautiful sunrises. Like a tempest, things can change so quickly.
I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression, not bipolar disorder.
This does not change the fact that I am up and I’m down. That I’m left and I’m right. I still have this tempest that torments me.
It’s so hard to share the bad moments with someone. You only want them to see the good in you. But honestly, the bad moments are you too. If you don’t share your bad moments, then you are only making yourself suffer more.
I’m one to talk, because I don’t like to share my bad moments and that’s something I’m going to work on. Let’s not be ashamed of who we are and own up to it and share it.