Does anyone remember Caddy Shack, that dopey Bill Murray movie? Do you remember the Pool Scene?
Let me just say it involved the misconceptions involved with Baby Ruth candy bars floating in the clubhouse swimming pool.
A submerged vending machine must have broke open, because all my Baby Ruths are floating to the surface of my Bipolar Pool.
Depression just drifted by. And there go several stuck together—Anxiety, Agitation and the Drive to Bolt. A Giant Sized Compulsive Eating bobbed to the surface along with several Fun Sized Maladaptive Coping Skills.
I feel overrun and disgusted, swamped by my illness and bubbling with inappropriate laughter. I keep waiting for the moment when all the work I’m doing to change my life gets easier, and all I get are candy bars.
Oh, well. Bipolar Bad-Asses don’t whine about floating nougat. They just bat it out of the way and keep swimming. So, hand me my goggles—I’m goin’ back in.