What Dreams May Come
Battling Bipolar
9 min readApr 9, 2024
Dreams are daggers. Or claws. Daggers are too gentle. Yeah, claws are more accurate. They rip and tear at my soul, gashing, slicing, and slaying — and we all know what happens to a brilliant mind when it’s tormented and sleep-deprived.
The re-introduction of Risperidone into my pharmaceutical diet was supposed to help, but it isn’t. Neither is the Lorazopam.