Monday Monday so Good to Me

I remember that old Mama’s and Papa’s hit from 1966. I was 14 and Bipolar was the card I was shortly to be dealt!  Never saw the significance of Monday’s then.  Now I try to see each Monday as a sort of mini renewed effort. Bipolar lurks there, quietly, furtive, just waiting to pop out and drag you back down into that hole you’d just climbed out of. Sometimes I’ve managed to walk what seemed miles away from that hole, and then Bipolar, like a Serpent’s tongue, uncoils, stretches out and ensnares, and you slither back. There is a strange perversity to it, since whilst there is a sickening predictability to it capturing you and pulling you back down, the regular and frequent  monotony of the condition also tells you that you will recover from it.

Learn to manage the cycles, or at least endure them, is perhaps the best use of your energy. Seeking a cure seems to be to be a fool’s errand. Energy is not finite and it’s best you save it for fighting the depression.

Monday Monday, so good to me,
Monday Monday, it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee
That Monday evening you would still be here with me

It sort of sums up the unpredictability of Bipolar. So if, like me, you have Bipolar, use Monday as the day you renew the fight, each week, years after year. Never quit!!


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