I was lost confused alone. I then decided to give my fears a home. To let them lie with me and dread, the war they raged within my head. My soul it faught but couldnt last, my energy had fluttered past and then my love I had within, the frown took over the face of grin. I played the game I lost it too, I couldnt win at it, no matter what I tried to do, and then it happened. The rage, the fits, the screaming with no end, had pierced the love of a faithful friend and companion. In fear he ran and left me here, to drown in my sorrows, and to face each fear; alone. The grief I had it was too great, I almost did it this time, and erased my own fate of living. To awake some pills being handed to me by a nurse, this was all to different to me, I thought and not rehearsed; at all. Five days it took before I could truly see, how my sickness took control of what I allowed to be. So I talked it through and talked somemore, to survive to live, is what I was fighting for. Bi-polar now is the label they gave, its nothing really at all, compared to the darkness of a early set grave. I now have the tools to survive this and to share, with others like me, if Im just willing to dare; to do so. To know when a crisis should come that I am going to be ok, cause we all get what we act out, and we truly get what we say, whether its positive or negative. So we learn together as we make this large pot of soup, it begins with the rock, and is shared by the group. Everyone add something to the pot please. An idea, a word, a ingredient. I think this could be fun, lets see what the end result will be.