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Stigma Fighters: Carl Wade Thompson
Bipolar Tide My mind moves like the ocean, coming and going with the moon. The tide rolls in—mania, I am at the top of the world. There’s nothing I can do, mental waves crashing down. Vision distorted by emotion, can’t trust my brain anyhow. The tide rolls out-depression, I am the lowest of the lows. Numb beyond numbness, can’t feel anything anymore. Meds help with balance, keeps the tide