Communicating the feeling of bipolar to our loved ones is impossible. They can't walk in our shoes. They don't "get" us. But for the sake of our mental health, we need them to better sympathize with us. Talking only get us so far! I use painting, prose and poetry to express my moods. When the three are experienced together, compassion follows. They "feel" me. My process has had a profound impact on my relationships with loved ones and myself! Since we're kindred spirits, I want to share it with you. The doctors have a prescription pad and a couch. I'm hawking paint brushes in their lobby

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