It’s special to be special
The stars whispered your name before you were born …
You walk like thunder under a sky unsure of rain
Your eyes flicker, sunlight through fast-moving clouds
The world watches
They name your storms, chart your brightness
Forget the stillness in your quiet seas
Your laughter bursts like spring rivers
Then vanishes into frozen fields
You are not broken
You are a rare sky with weather only some learn to love …
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Have you ever spent time with someone who has bipolar disorder? What was it like to be around them during their depressive episodes or manic phases? Did you notice anything in particular about how they acted or how it made you feel?
Take care
I♥️
Roksana Tales 