COVID isolation hit hard — physically and mentally. Bipolar depression and anxiety thrived in the silence, but I found a few ways to stay afloat. If you’re struggling too, you’re not alone.

A raw poem I wrote long before I knew I had bipolar disorder. These lines capture the emotional whiplash, the quiet coping, and the fight to stay hopeful when nothing in your mind feels steady. If you’ve ever lived in the “up & down,” this one will feel familiar.