*This is how I have felt the past couple of days, with a gnawing depression in the mornings and early afternoons, and a more strange flat state in the late afternoon, evening and night, with the tingle of hypomania just under the surface.*
Both sides of my Bipolar are whispering at the same time. Calling from the distance, one gently calling from the dark side, being seductively alluring while a more frantic call comes from the vivid manic side of my mind.
The dark side boasts long naps under the warm covers with self loathing. A struggle from somewhere deep inside, self hate, low self esteem, tears and sadness. While the mania screams projects and research, insomnia and excitement.
But for now, I am stuck on an island, staving off both sides with a metaphorical sword.