Wandering while sitting still.
change is constant
even with a pill,
hopeless dreams come and go,
to much to ponder,
to much to let go,
wish lists get bigger
life gets unmanageable.
a light in the distance goes out.
riding the waves
trying to find a new route,
not enough patience to figure it out.
Will bipolar depression get you to heaven?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have clinical depression and ADD which combined makes me feel very similar - out of control of my own mind. It is scary, but no matter how bad my head gets, I know my heart will stay the same, and I believe it is the weight of your heart that matters more to God in the long run.