My Watery Grave – A creative piece of writing that explains using metaphors how a bipolar person can view mankind, or it feels like we are treated by others

As I lay in my shallow, watery grave, I see my brothers as they tear deeper into the chest cavity of my corpse from beyond. They are trying to find me; or maybe find what went wrong. But, I can see that the magic that once drove them; that once lit up the world in beautiful colours; has now been tarnished, dulled and tainted into corruption.

Even in the shear hopelessness of it all, and the absolute folly of it is abundantly clear to me from here; I see a flicker of hope light up a way forward. They had been acting in good intentions. Now, I fully understand the meaning of the saying “the road to hell is paved with good intentions”. But I can see that the light of hope births a star to guide our family through the night.

Despite the damage that has been caused by their clumsy and inexperienced actions, it can also by repaired to be stronger than what it was with their clever hands. And I realise the same goes for me.

The light of the star brings a into view a demon that lurks behind the man on the left, and also the lashing tentacles of a monster lurking over the man on the right… but, the light has stopped them in their tracks, and they are thinking of an escape; but a part of the darkness in the unnatural arcane creatures is turning to gold.

Maybe the path was always meant to lead here. I guess only time will tell.

[Written: 2025-04-19]

Explanation:

*Sometimes, having my condition, it can feel as though I am already dead. It also seems that the cause of my death is conscious, pushing me ever closer into my grave. But, it is also trying to be the cure for my mental health state. My body in a shallow grave symbolises that it’s not deep enough for my life (and my past) to not affect me. The water is a metaphor for the world, people and past that I have to deal with every day. It is constantly around me and covers all of my senses, which makes me feel like I am drowning and overcome. It’s a bit of a catch 22, as my brothers (mankind) have made me feel terrible, like I am worse off than being dead at times. They seem to believe that somehow they are superior beings than I am. It seems they always rally to put me in a box that is designed for them to look in. But, they can never admit that if I’m in that box; they deserve to be too. It is a jarring feeling.

But, my brothers (mankind) have also saved me. They have taught me the difference between right and wrong; they have given me shelter, food and water, warmth and love. Not to mention time and space for me to grow. So these thoughts I have are always quite tricky when I wite them down. They are feelings that I had once, and couldn’t describe them, so they made me unstable. Now I can describe them, I know they were/are my thoughts, but they have been resolved now… or at least been made aware of.

My thoughts may reverberate and translate to others (and there situations), or they may be no use to them. They may even offend people, and although it is not my intention to do so, I am only trying to process how I got from A to B. From being a child with no mental health background (not even in the family history), to spending 20 years on medication. Most people I meet say they would never have known I had any sort of mental health condition, believing me to be articulated and fairly well spoken. So, I do struggle with discerning why I am the one with the labels and medication when I often appear to most to have my faculties intact. This includes to myself. Although, not all of the time, but I’d say that goes for all humans.*

I hope you liked my piece of creative writing and inner reflections. I often will talk in metaphors about things that lead me down a rabbit hole, that’s unfortunately (or fortunately if you enjoy reading me) a part of my bipolar vortex.