Why?

by Tammy Ozolins

Why me? I often would ask
Why did I have to deal with all this pain in the past
Surgery after surgery, sickness after sickness
it all happened so fast

But now I must deal with a mental disorder that is here to stay
You see Bipolar Disorder just doesn’t go away
Another illness I must deal with
More meds I must take every day

Why me? Have I not gone thru enough?
Now, I must deal with this mental stuff
Going through days of highs and lows can take its toll
But I always find that rainbow

You see, I am a fighter
I have scars inside and outside there is no doubt
But I am here without a doubt for a reason
To help those in their doubt

Hang in there, yes you can
You see my journey will not end
Bipolar is not for the weak
I will not let it knock me off my feet
I have stopped asking why
Instead, give thanks for each day I am alive

My struggle with bipolar disorder