I came across this today

People’s way of coping with Bipolar Disorder
By P Nelson

I walk down the street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in
I am lost…I am helpless
It isn’t my fault
It takes forever to find a way out

I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I pretend I don’t see it
I fall in again
I can’t believe I am in the same place
But it isn’t my fault
It still takes me a long time to get out

I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I see it there
I still fall in…it’s a habit
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault
I get immediately

I walk down the same street
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I walk around it

I walk down another street