The highs are good and the lows are bad.

That’s the cycle of my life.

I recognize it now, but it took me a long time.

It feels good when I am up.

I am a brilliant writer.

I am a well-known speaker.

I create art that is splendid.

I am not who people think I am.

They never know this.

There are no words to write or speak now.

I am numb.

I cast off people I love.

I am alone.

I hold on desperately until the good comes again.