Time Heals All Mental Wounds...

I was sitting here staring at my computer trying to think of something to write about being bipolar… and I can’t. I’ve run out of stuff to say. And then I got an idea. As horrible as depression, anxiety, and mania can be, when you eventually cross over to the other side to the land of mental stability, you no longer can feel what it once felt like to be in that dark, lonely place. You may remember all of the details of what you went through, the places you went to, the people you hurt or hurt you, but you can’t taste the tears that once rolled down your cheek or feel your manic heart beating.




If you’re reading this post and you’re currrently experiencing depression, you’re either going to try and believe that you’ll get better one day—and not remember the hell you’re currently experiencing. Or you’re gonna say, “Yeah, right. You don’t live in my head. You’re not with me when it happens. I’m never gonna get better. Bruce, what the hell do you know?” All I know is where I am, what I went through, and the people and dog who got me here.



A mental state of mind is just like leaving a freezing city and going to the tropics. You have a great time, you relax, and when it’s time to come home, your mind smuggles a bit of the islands with you. But it doesn’t last. It fades. And you forget. You may remember laying out, baking in the sun, but you won’t be able to remember what it actually felt like shining down on your skin. Hey, I know what I’m saying is hard to believe, but it’s true. Just think of something bad or great that happened in your life, and test it for yourself—I still do. Especially when I have my bad days too.





Do you guys feel what I'm saying?

Published by Bruce Goldstein