I talk light years a minute; leaving the listener struggling to get a word edgewise. My thoughts are at lightening speed and so is my speech; just a stream of incoherent thoughts that come out so jumbled; I can’t even understand them at times. It’s the brain’s wiring that’s frayed and the distortion is loud; a large unnerving humming sound that is constant. My highs are up to the moon and my lows are farther than the deepest oceans. I try to keep up but my own mind leaves me exhausted; unable to keep up with these highs and lows. It’s a prison of the mind and no one understands; so you stay silent because it scares them; it scares me; to not know what’s happening in my own head and not having control. I just want you to know that it doesn’t define me; I am not my disorder and you don’t need to be scared; I’m fine; it’s my mind that isn’t.