Fake Face

When it came to work, I wore a mask, and I handled my business. But when I left work, I took that mask off, and I wanted to be me. Who was I? An undiagnosed individual who would fly off the handle. I had to face the truth: I was hopping from marriage to marriage to marriage, volatile relationships one after the other. This attested to the indecisive danger of the way I was thinking. Can I blame it on my past? Yes, I sure can. But not all of it. I would love to say all of it is my past, but a lot of it was I was too embarrassed to go get help. Now, I am an adult. Now, I have a job. Now, I’m in the field where I can just run and tell someone: I need help. But because I didn’t seek help, I continued to battle the up and down waves of bipolar I.