This week I wanted to share with you my favourite poem by Portia Nelson that I feel really sums up what it is like to live with and recover from bipolar disorder. I know this may not have been the original intent of the poem, but for me it tells of how in recovery we think we’re okay until we are tested. We forget about all of the things that we can control to keep us well. we neglect our self care, coping strategies, getting enough sleep and exercising to name just a few. We pile on a bit more stress and before we know it we’re falling down the hole again. I have done this so many times on this long road to recovery. I’d like to think now that I’m walking down another street, but I guess time will tell.

I would dearly love to hear your thoughts on this poem and your own road to recovery.

Autobiography in 5 Short Chapters

By Portia Nelson

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes me a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in. It’s a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault. I get out immediately.

walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street