As a tool for those of you who are new, or for followers who may have forgotten, I’ve included what I like to call a Map Of My Mind. This map below shows the path my Bipolar Compass has lead me down. It shows where I started (the Forbidden Forest) and shows where my current location is right now. The Map will be updated frequently as my moods change and I discover new things about myself. Please remember to check back every so often to see where I’m at on my journey through life. The path follows a chronological order of events based on blog post dates.
To do a quick recap, as recommended by a follower of mine, in my mind, it’s less scary to describe Bipolar’s weapons in terms of elements of nature. Nature is something humans can control to an extent. Not all the time but you get the idea. To me, Bipolar controls Mania and Depression. It is at the helm of the ship if you will. Its primary weapons are Fog and Fire.
Fog is the driving force that leads you to Depression. The Fog is a force that drives you to the place of Depression. It clouds your judgement and tells you that you’re worthless and you should kill yourself. It guides you to a place of solitude deep in the corners of your mind and gives you the opportunity to “drown” yourself in your own Depression. One place of Depression is someplace called the Firth. It’s a large open sea bay where you float adrift on a tiny little row boat until you are lost in the waters of your sadness. Then you decide to kill yourself. You punch a hole in your boat, your last bit of reasoning you have left to preserve your own life, and essentially let yourself drown.
Fire is the driving force that leads you to Mania. The Fire is a force that drives you to the place of Mania. The smoke overpowers your judgement and tells you that you’re king of the world. It fuels your passion for life and tells you to do whatever you want regardless of the consequences. It guides you to a place of solitude deep in the corners of your mind and gives you the opportunity to “burn” yourself in your own Mania. One place of Mania is someplace called the Forbidden Forest. It’s a large maze of trees where you find yourself lost in the pleasures of human happiness. Without proper restraint, you wander through there until you make so many mistakes it exhausts you and consumes you. The party becomes out of control and you find yourself hungover lying in a ditch regretting everything you did. The higher you climb, the further you fall. The fall from Mania is awful.
Hopefully this explains my heavy use of allegory on my site. Thank you for reading, liking, and commenting. I hope my story helps you.
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