Before I start this post I would like to emphasize the importance of remaining on bipolar medication and seeking help when you feel overwhelmed or unable to cope with life. This post is not about trying to romanticize bipolar disorder but rather about encouraging those suffering from bipolar to not only see the bad but also to embrace the positive.
I know there are many negatives associated with bipolar disorder, but little attention is paid to the ‘super power’ that comes with bipolar.
First off, here’s a list of well-known bipolar sufferers;-
- Demi Lovato
- Carrie Fisher
- Catherine Zeta-Jones
- Claude Van Damme
- Russell Brand
- Mel Gibson
- Marilyn Monroe
- Amy Winehouse
- Vivien Leigh (|Gone with the Wind)
- Frank Sinatra
- Edgar Allan Poe (Writer)
- Richard Dreyfuss
- Axl Rose
- Abraham Lincoln
- Mike Tyson
- Virginia Wolf
- Ernst Hemmingway
- Vincent van Gogh
- Ludwig van Beethoven
- Any many, many more
What is interesting is that the names on the list are artistes who have been able to tap into a deep source of creativity and experience.
I honestly believe that with the highs and lows of bipolar comes a profound understanding of emotions and the effect they have on lives. Accompanying this is the ability to acknowledge these emotions and inhabit the very soul of them.
Having read many of the bipolar blogs on WordPress (and other sources), I am astounded at the power with which bipolar writers portray emotions and feelings. There seems to be an intense connection between the writer, the feeling and concept. Certainly some of the greatest creators of our times are ‘credited’ with having intense mood swings vacillating between heights and depths. How could this not acquaint them with the entire spectrum of human moods?
If you have been diagnosed with bipolar I pretty sure that you have become familiar with ;-
- Gut wrenching sadness
- Feelings of loathing and hate
- Extreme inexplicable joy
- Crazy thoughts
- Wildness
- Depths of despair
- Profound anxiety
- Absolute desperation
- Boundless energy
- Pangs of regret
- Deep darkness
- Brilliant light
- Coldness and searing heat
- Bursts of creative genius
- Racing and then barely moving
- Embracing and discarding
- Winning and losing
- Crashing and flying
All the emotions of a life time will have found their way into your journey and stayed with you for differing lengths of time. You know them, you recognise, you feel them over and over and over again.
This is your super power.
It enables work to be borne out of a spherical place with intense raw emotion. It is able to unite souls and feelings and words. It is able to explore places that ‘bipolar-less’ people can’t. It is able to draw solutions from bare lifelessness . It is able to feel deeply and all consumingly. It is able to connect every fibre of the mortal man.
It is unique to the bipolar world and its yours if you own it and claim it.
Of course there will be many times where these emotions disable you and hold you captive, but in between the bad spaces there is an opportunity to create something heart-felt and compelling.
Yes, stigmas still abound around mental illness, but I think its time that bipolar gets the creative credit it deserves.
For me, this sums it all up; –
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soulShadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen landNow I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen nowStarry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blueColors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving handNow I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen nowFor they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry nightYou took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as youStarry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forgetLike the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snowNow I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them freeThey would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will
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