Hullo there. I’m Genevieve.
I’m 25 years old, and I just graduated Magna Cum Laude from Georgia State with a degree in English Lit that I’m totally not using right now because I travel the country singing with a band.
(Well, I guess I can technically say I’m using my degree right now as I type the first words of this blog.)
Might as well get it out there, this being the “about” section and all…and it would be silly if I didn’t tell you what this blog is actually about… (can you tell I’m stalling?):
….ugh. this is harder than I thought.
So basically you’re about to read about
my life/battle/love-hate relationship with manic-depressive illness,
also known as bipolar disorder.
I’ve been debating for years about opening this part of my life up, to have my most intimate thoughts swirling around in The Black Internet Abyss.
I kind of feel like I’m the mom at the beginning of “The Prince of Egypt,” putting my baby in a basket to float down the river, hoping to Heaven that it’s not the worst idea I’ve ever had and that someone really nice will discover him and that he won’t drown or get murdered or whatever.
This blog is my baby in a river, guys. (Please love him?)
So, despite my absolute terror of putting this out there for just anyone to read and/or judge me for, I have decided to just go ahead with it.
Why? Because A) it might be helpful to read the words of an actual crazy person so that, when you do feel crazy, you feel less alone, B) because I want to be honest and open about my life, and C) because I’m crazy.
So here it is folks. My blog about being bipolar. (Insert weak-sounding “yayyyy…?”)
And now, in the spirit of mood extremity, I will introduce (in my simple, conversational writing style) an excerpt of a fancy poem that inspired the title of this very blog:
“…his raptures were,
All air, and fire, which made his verses clear,
For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
Here’s my poem about bipolar disorder:
Books are read,
Violets are blue,
I have bipolar disorder,
sometimes I hate my life.
Have a GREAT DAYYYYYYYYYY
ps. I am in no way shape or form a psychologist. This blog is a fun outlet for me and is not meant to be used as an official resource on bipolar disorder or as a psychiatric authority
pps. I sometimes talk about sex and I curse. Keep the kiddies at bay.
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