I live in solitary confinement inside my mind .
I have been imprisoned inside my mind for over twenty-five years.
Some days inside the jail cell of my mind are better than others.
Today behind the bars of the locked door of my mind is a bad negative one.
I am all alone.
I am lonely.
I have no friends.
I lost them all.
It is difficult to live this life alone.
I must do everything alone, all by myself.
I have absolutely no support from anyone.
Not one person to help me survive my severe bipolar 1 disorder that began my isolation,
my solitary confinement inside my mind and life.
I know God is with me,
but when my depression hits hard, I cannot understand that or feel His presence within me or near me.
My brain is not mine.
My brain is not me.
I am all alone inside my bipolar prison inside my mind and inside the prison of my non-existent, non-livable life of hell.
I am all alone.
I have no one.
This is solitary confinement
caused by my bipolar disorder
that has reached a deep dark ugly low mood pole of severe depression.
I am living out a life sentence of solitary confinement inside my bipolar mind.
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