BPAD
And
MDD
And
GAD
And
ADD
And
PTSD
And you wonder why I call my brain
Alphabet soup?
So many things
Going on in my head
And while I am astonished
That you love my insanity,
I am even more bewildered,
That you've somehow
Come across the parts of me
That are sane.
And I struggle from time to time
Finding bits and pieces
Of sanity
And putting it back together,
But you help
With casting light on those parts
More than you could ever know.
And I feel like
My chest is too tight
And like
My throat is closing
And like
I need to rip my heart out,
It's beating too fast.
But even on my worst days,
You still find ways to show
That you love me,
And I could never be more grateful
To you--
For holding me through anxiety attacks,
For wiping away tears,
For making me smile
When I forget that I can.
I know you hate when I thank you
For things you think you're supposed to do,
But no one before you
Wanted to.
And no,
Love can't heal my disorders.
But it sure does help me
Along the way.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
BPAD
And
MDD
And
GAD
And
ADD
And
PTSD
And you wonder why I call my brain
Alphabet soup?
So many things
Going on in my head
And while I am astonished
That you love my insanity,
I am even more bewildered,
That you've somehow
Come across the parts of me
That are sane.
And I struggle from time to time
Finding bits and pieces
Of sanity
And putting it back together,
But you help
With casting light on those parts
More than you could ever know.
And I feel like
My chest is too tight
And like
My throat is closing
And like
I need to rip my heart out,
It's beating too fast.
But even on my worst days,
You still find ways to show
That you love me,
And I could never be more grateful
To you--
For holding me through anxiety attacks,
For wiping away tears,
For making me smile
When I forget that I can.
I know you hate when I thank you
For things you think you're supposed to do,
But no one before you
Wanted to.
And no,
Love can't heal my disorders.
But it sure does help me
Along the way.
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