Sentenced to Solitary Confinement Inside My Bipolar Mind (Daily Word Prompt is Solitary)

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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