Purpose trumps happiness. Purpose gives meaning to life. Happiness is just an emotion that vanishes as fast as it appears. Find your calling so that you will live a life of meaning and one that is worth telling.
I agree with Hemingway that writing isn’t hard
You do just bleed out your feelings
Only problem is, the bleeding never ceases
Coping with your darkest secrets
We writers feel the most
Writing poetry just to pick up the pieces
Alone I am
Forever I shall be
An old soul like me
Will never be complete
If you take my bipolar 2 disorder away
Then the best parts of me disappear
It is not always a weakness you see
I am so much more because of it
Without it, I simply would not be me
I thought about ending for a long time
Until one night I dreamt of my fate
And in it, — I in the coffin
My lovely mother beside it; Completely torn
I knew now why ending simply didn’t make the pain stop
It made it endure and transform
Into something much much more
Hypomania we meet again, such a dear old friend
Without you, my best work wouldn’t exist
Ah, but you always leave in the end
You’re part of the disorder I always miss
I spend my days with coffee, literature and writing about memories of you and me.
Haven’t you heard women like me cause pure destruction?
Yet, here you are still intrigued and not even trying to leave
You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into — Not a clue
I’m the rain
I’m the lightning
Darling, I’m the storm
Don’t let fear stop you from falling in love. Young man, the most beautiful things in life are felt within the heart.
It took me a long time to realize that no matter how hard I try, I can’t fix and save everyone. Not even those I dearly love.