Thanks a lot

Dr. Rachel KallemWhitman
Nov 5 · 1 min read
I am holding four pieces of candy corn in my palm while my judgmental dog looks up at me questioning my choices
I am holding four pieces of candy corn in my palm while my judgmental dog looks up at me questioning my choices
Bella Fabulous does not approve of my choices

Oh my dear bipolar brain

I wish that you were not insane

So I could enjoy my pumpkin scone

But you never, ever leave me alone

Please go away so I can wear my Uggs

I’ve been taking all of my psychiatric drugs

But yet you linger in my mind

I move forward and you hit rewind

October is adored and celebrated by the non bipolar

Whereas we get stuck being crazy each year, over and over

Sigh, I love this month but my chemistry is a curse

And what makes matters even worse

By the time I’ve got a clean bill of mental health

There’s no more candy corn on Rite Aid’s shelf

Dr. Rachel KallemWhitman

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Educator, advocate, and writer who has been shacking up with bipolar disorder since 2000. The “Dr.” is silent. The bad jokes are loud.

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