A collection of free-form poetry--agonizingly personal; heartbreakingly close, deeply and painfully vulnerable, intensely private, wrenchingly familiar. My life as a young adult woman living with rapid cycling Bipolar I Disorder with psychotic features. Intimately acquainted with mood-congruent psychosis and comorbid substance use resulting in narcotic addiction. | Read, explore, and encounter my experience of mental illness, the complexities of relationships, and other day to day BD hardships.
A Succulent Good-bye
And there we stood,
In each other's arms,
Trembling, sniffling, catching our breath
Our breath.
And it was there, we left with a kiss
The realest connection we knew
And then, we parted.
She chose her soul over her own heart.
-E