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Sometimes my spirit and mood roll like gentle green foothills—
soft rises, soft descents beneath an endless sky that thrills.
Then, without warning, I’m teetering on jagged cliffs—
sheer walls of black swallow every spark of light in crushing rifts. With crippling depression...
Then again, sometimes the cliffs swallow every blaze of fire beneath my feet.
And then, at other times, It seems like I am standing above the clouds—
euphoria blazing like dawn across my feet in the snow‑capped peaks of the mountains below.
This shifting landscape seems to live inside me—
a trifecta of confusion: the quiet valleys, the brutal drops, and the dizzying heights above thee.
This is a poetic map for a mind that knows both shadow and sun—
perhaps a map of bipolar depression, Type II, where two extremes become one.
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Sometimes my spirit and mood rolls like the gentle green foothills—
soft rises, soft descents under an endless sky.
Then, without warning, I’m teetering on jagged cliffs—
sheer walls of black swallow every spark of light with crippling depression.
Then again sudden cliffs swallow every blaze beneath my feet.
And then at other times I stand above the clouds,
euphoria blazing like dawn across the snow-capped peaks.
This shifting landscape lives inside me—
the quiet valleys, the brutal drops, the dizzying heights.
A poetic map for a mind that knows both shadow and sun:
bipolar depression, Type II.
v2.01 4/20/2025 1901
This is almost a perfect poem about bipolar depression, Type II. please tweet it a bit, perfect it more, add one more mountain geology metaphor. and please give me 10 sample titles for the poem. thanks Sometimes my spirit rolls with gentle, green foothills— soft rises, soft descents under an endless sky. Then, without warning, I’m teetering on jagged cliffs— sheer walls of black that swallow every spark of light with crippling depression. And at other times I stand above the clouds, euphoria blazing like dawn across the snow-capped peaks. This shifting landscape lives inside me— the quiet valleys, the brutal drops, the dizzying heights. A poetic map for a mind that knows both shadow and sun: bipolar depression, Type II.
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Here’s a tightened, tweet‑ready version with an extra geological touch, followed by ten title ideas:
My spirit—gentle green foothills, soft rises and falls.
Then sudden cliffs swallow every spark of light.
Then dawn‑lit, snow‑capped peaks
Then icy crevasses trap me in a frozen fight.
A shifting terrain inside me—Type II bipolar depression.
10 Sample Titles
Interior Peaks and Valleys
A Mind’s Mountain Range
Shifting Terrain
Cartography of Mood
Type II Topography
Foothills, Cliffs, and Crevasses
Geological Depression
Dawn‑Lit Peaks, Frosted Crevasses
The Mountain Map Within
Under Sun and Shadow