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Bipolar In Me by Travis Balitz First of all I want to commemorate myself for sticking to the plan and getting this artwork done.  This airbrush painting has been very very taxing on my body and the truth is I never enjoyed facing it, nor exposing it, nor dealing with it --- normally I do what the fuck I want when I want and leave it at that.  It is true, I have bipolar disorder type 2 but I never enjoyed talking about it, facing the problem, nor enjoyed dealing with the regulation of medications and my mental history.  I had about 22 different types of medications in my body, various antidepressants, anti-psychotics, a few anti-anxieties an

The pain of sadness What do I do to erase this pain? Where is your touch and taste, or your last breath of air? How do you find this peace when you don't know what you are looking for? Where do you find a place that consoles your soul, that eases the emptiness and dries your tears? Does a place exist or will I always run away Who am I and why am I here anyways? I just want to sleep everyday knowing that I am okay, knowing I will not awake in fear, knowing I will no longer be empty I once loved you so why can't I find that peace anymore The headache of reality is something I can't fight no more I am not at ease, just too tense, and b

Dear World, Ow man... what a painful fucking dream... So it started with me in absolute misery... So I ended up outside to the neighbors banging on something... then I went to turn into the house and all of a sudden a Bright Hot Air Balloon crashed into the north side of the house... In that balloon out popped some old lady and some tall attractive brown haired guy. He said something about a ho t balloon fair. But I ended up back inside. All of a sudden I ended up laying flat on my back on some blankets on the computer bench in the dark. I think the place was dark. Then all of a sudden I ended up punching like the C4 and E4 on the piano, a