At least try to bounce back.

I've come to the possible realization that I might be sick.
Sick as in bipolar.
With my mind pacing like the wind.
And my emotions rushing like the waves of a violent sea.
Uh, yah, I think I'm bipolar.
The blankets of sadness, and nervousness, and weakness cover me..
But not a second or two later,
Rationalizations and a sort of disfunctional comfort towers over me.
A strong being.
Not disfunctuional...
Uncomfortable comfort.
Doesn't make any sense, right?
I know I don't understand it either.
I've searched for this sort of help I'm looking for.
I feel limited to the sources I've been giving.
Pay a stranger and a professional to listen and help me;
Go to a co worker and open my heart and replay the life I've lived to them..for visual affects; or....
I don't know.