A Letter to My Disorder

A letter to My Disorder

Bi-polar,

         Linda told me to write a letter to you. I find the idea silly, but still I find

myself writing one. The letter needs to express my feelings for you.

So here we go.

         I hate you. I hate what you have put me through. Because of you my

confidence is worn down, my ego has almost vanished, and my

nightmares have multiplied. I hate you with a passion and because of

that hate, I sink further and further into you.

         You consume my life because I give it to you. And I die a little everyday

because you bring death. You've introduced me to people that I've

grown to hate only because they remind me of you. Because of you I'm

sedated and tranquilized. I may be numbed from the rest of the world,

but everyday my abhorrence for you grows.

         You've stolen what was suppose to be the best part of my life. I look at the

people around me having fun and living life; I look at myself and all I

see is a horrid aging process with no real purpose. And after all this, the

thing that angers me the most is you're a part of me. A part I can't rid

myself of.

Vicky