Scrambled Eggs

I would like to say that scrambled eggs are what brains are like when they are going through manic or depressive states in the mood episodes of bi-polar disorder. Everything is going on in ways no one else can understand. There is the utmost importance on getting things done, words written, heads hidden under pillows, bodies blown away by fear or paranoia, food disorders like anorexia rear thier ugly heads as the brain is just scrambled. And then it is over...meds are in me, 30 pounds have been added to my once slender figure and I can't understand how I got here? Where is the bread crumb trail? Where does the insanity stop and sanity begin? Now that I only feel anxiety and slight fear is it over? is the war over between high and low? I have been angered by the smiling faces of us all here on face book. Our pictures showing no sadness or fear. My pictures are from another time, a skinny time, when a false manic confidence pulsed thorugh my veins. Now plump and fearful I laugh at the pics I display. I can be that person if I just post the things everyone else cares about. No one needs to know right? No...some people do need to know...that life is not all smiles. But life can be more than smiles..it can be deeper than smiles. Deeper than white teeth and twinkling eyes. But what is that deepness? I still don't know.