I shutter at the silent draft that creeps inside my room as it flows through the curtains leaving a tinge of frost in its wake. It’s a hint of days to come. I have felt it in my sleep, in my day-to-day life and within the very core of my being. I have stood at bay for all the cards to fall where they may.
Fall as they may, I have simply sat in anticipation, fully aware of what could come. Not entirely sure of how anything would pan out, I simply closed my eyes and hoped for the best. I begged for angels to keep on fighting for me, for reason to hold me up in a time when I needed it most. There were so many dreams, dreams of battles that begged and fought with resistance. A battle that can only by seen by me.
There’s an uncanny silence just before the dawn breaks. It’s like the eerie silence the moment right after the lights go out. Or the unimaginable silence right after you receive bad news. It stretches and yawns and pulls at your emotions and tugs at your heart. That’s the silence I have been in lately. In the Bible, that place is called Lo-Debar – The Place Of No Communication. Can you even imagine what thats like?
Sometimes in Lo-Debar, the silence is so loud it screams. Sometimes in Lo-Debar, the loneliness is so pungent it knocks the breath out of you. And sometimes in Lo-Debar the uncertainty and confusion can make you lose focus of the assignment, turn your back on the journey and run back into the comfort of the familiar, the mundane, the yesterday essentially.
I don’t tell them that I see demons. I don’t tell them that they appear in my dreams begging for control. I run always towards the light, I am determined to remain sane and whole. They have no idea that through this pain and these tears , I remain vigilant. I remain calm and in those nightly adventures I seek faith. The random thoughts of ending it all and the struggle for purpose have never been so real. I wont let this define me. Though I know no one could understand, it does not compel me into silence.
Today as I sit here in the pin-drop silence, I attempt to make peace. It simply means that I am seeing where I must go while not dwelling on where I have come from. This, I believe, is what is sometimes referred to as the point of perfect equilibrium or the pivotal point, some would would say.
Today I am in Lo-Debar.
You see Type 1 Bipolar Disorder doesn’t define the woman I am. It’s simply a symptom that I shall forever forego. I feel deeply, I hurt easily and I love intensely; flaws and gifts all in the same spectrum. The battle and struggles I’ve endured against the devil on my shoulder (Mania) have encompassed my reason.
I don’t want to swim these deep waters alone but I am doomed to eternal darkness. Now I can only imagine how dark this must sound to you, should you lack the understanding of a mentally ill mind. I never anticipated that my emotions and thoughts would run so deep.
I start my days with hope, ambition and optimism but when the mania hits, my day’s end out of breathe exhaustion and a never-ending to do list. I crave for a lower amount of energy but then I’m hit with disappointment , lack of energy and dissipating joy. There is never a middle ground, I never feel normalcy only extreme amount of emotion. I truly believe that you must play to your abilities and so I have. I have played to my strengths and managed my weaknesses.
Mania has made me capable of accomplishments I could not have seen myself doing out of normalcy. Depression has brought the humbleness that I need to respect all that’s around me. I have received gifts out of my disabilities that I would have never known.
So the next time someone says ” Damn Tasha, Your crazy”. I shall smile and simply agree, for I m in Lo-Debar.