How Bipolar am I? Let me count the ways.
I’m Bippy to the depths of despair
And to the heights of over confidence
I’m Bipolar from the start to end of every day
I will shake with fear under my duvet
Or offer to lead a Polar Expedition
I will spend until it hurts on things I do not need
And offer my last shilling to a friend.
I will take on stupid challenges
Like A – Z or NaPoMo
Knowing that I will struggle to attain them.
But at the end,
When the priestess addresses the mourners
When “Don’t Stop Me Now” has been played
She can say with confidence – Ailsa, worked well when cornered.