Some of this doesn’t make any sense and is personal experience but I wanted to get it all down as I feel like I’ve turned a corner with my dissertation by having this conversation with myself!
The aftermath of a manic episode.
The evidence of the trauma.
The carnage is more beautiful than the artwork I am attempting to make.
I must admit I’m surprised I achieved anything at all with my mind racing.
“IM RAPID CYCLING!” (Extreme highs and lows in quick succession)
“But you don’t even have a bike, Sarah.” – Post Trauma Bi Polar Related Humour. (Emin inspired)
If I make light of the situation I’m the only one who finds it funny. I’m not expecting others to laugh at my sad little jokes. But it helps. It really helps. Why is that so strange?
