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Medz Part 2

A Journey of Bipolar Depression. Part 2: The High

By Nikita grantPublished 7 years ago 3 min read
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"When she was down, she was very very down. But when she was high, she could fly!" 

I inhale, this time there is a sweetness on my breath that I haven't tasted in a long time. The light switch is triggered and everything I see and feel is incredibly pleasurable. My skin which once was a cold, rough wasteland is now a soft warm inviting oasis. My mind and body so in tune with my spirit and I finally feel complete. There is nothing I can not do there is no one I can't have. Everything I once thought impossible to obtain is now in the palm of my hand; there is no one who can stop me from reaching my pinnacle. The pure bliss and power I have are enough to make me invincible.

I have always felt like I needed everyone's approval to do the things my heart desired. Now it feels like they have held me back for their own personal gain; my eyes are open to the deception and I will no longer be fooled. I take risks, push past my comfort zone, find what I want, and take it without hesitation. Every opportunity can be explored, every adventure has great promise of rewards and pleasures to behold. I want them all, I feel so alive and all care and worries gone with the wind, which beckons me to fly. Sleep is foreign to me, closing my eyes for only 3 hours and feeling like I have rested for days. I'm able to start and finish tasks with speed and accuracy I never thought possible. My body has a desperate need that must be fulfilled, a lust like I have never had before.

My skin burns with excitement and I will no longer deprive myself of the things I desire most. I want to feel the touch of lust which will burn deep inside me, blossom into a wildfire of sensations: pain, pleasure and everything in between. I demand to be wanted by everyone I meet; create a burning desire that will only be satisfied my hand. I crave to be needed and in control of their bodies. I want their lust to overpower them, so primal is the satisfaction of luring another one into my pleasure. Being perceived as someone they can not live without, an addiction that is only satisfied by pleasing me. Only that will satisfy the sweet voice in my head, she demands attention and commands pleasure.

I speak persuasively and flamboyantly to those who are bewitched by my words, they are unaware of the snares that follow the path of my life. The highs, the lows, and everything that follows after. Will they be strong enough to survive in my world? Most likely not for I need them for that night, but they will want me for life. The commitment I dare not tie myself to because I know they will disappoint me and not live up to my needs and desires. It would just be a waste of time to string them along. How can I allow them to confine me to that responsibility? I won't, this is my world and they are just living in it to serve my purpose.

I know how this must sound but when I'm at the top, no one is sharing the summit with me. It's lonely but I wouldn't dare open up enough to be let down in the end. All I will ever need my will and determination, something that can never be taken from me.

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Nikita grant

just a soul searching for purpose, and place to belong.

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