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Climbing [a poem on mental health]

By Brandon Koebernik | Featured Contributor


My medication is wearing off,
It’s no longer protecting me.
My demons begin to scoff,
As I try to make a plea.

They found a way through,
The chemicals weren’t strong enough.
I’m lost without a clue,
How am I supposed to rebuff?

I thought they were working,
Yet I find myself back at square one.
I can see my demons smirking,
As they think I’m nearly done.

I’m partly depressed, partly manic.
I’m bursting at the seams.
I can’t help but to panic,
When the demons flood my dreams.

I’m tired of being beaten down,
I’m tired of feeling defeated.
I feel like I’m about to drown,
As my mind has been mistreated.

My mind is fragmented and shattered,
I’m left picking up the pieces.
Not that it actually mattered,
As the demon’s torment increases.

No shame to say it,
I’m struggling to write.
But I refuse to quit,
I’ll give it all my might.

One day at a time,
That’s my motto.
It’s a constant climb,
But healing will follow.


If you are currently depressed or thinking about death or dying, please reach out to a friend or a loved one immediately. If anonymity is important to you, consider using one of the helplines below right now:

Mental Health National Helpline
 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-273-8255 


<strong>Brandon Koebernik</strong>
Brandon Koebernik

Brandon Koebernik is a 24-year-old man who was diagnosed with Bipolar 2 Disorder. He feels now that it is now his mission to encourage others to seek help and promote positivity through a shared passion of video games, art, poems, and more. As the creator of the blog The Bipolar GamerBrandon has a profound passion for helping others in their journey to living a better life.


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12 replies »

  1. Beautiful poem …

    When it comes to the social reality of (at least for the foreseeable future) the prevalence of mental illness I’m often left frustrated by the contradictory proclamations and conduct coming from one of the seven pillars of our supposedly enlightened culture—the media, or more specifically that of entertainment and news.

    They’ll state the obvious, that society must open up its collective minds and common dialogue when it comes to far more progressively addressing the real challenge of more fruitfully treating and preventing such illness. After all, its social ramifications exist all around us; indeed, it’s suffered by people of whom we are aware and familiar, and/or even more so to whom so many of us are related to some degree or another.

    Perhaps needless to say, the above-mentioned most commonly occurs when a greatly endeared celebrity passes away or dies an untimely death. This fact was in particular exemplified immediately following the many predictable platitudinous sound bites and mini-memorial commentaries from the late actor/comedian Robin Williams’ contemporaries as well as in many newspaper letters and editorials following his tragic suicide.

  2. Keep writing!! My mother was bipolar and never really talked about it. Unfortunately she wasn’t medicated until she was 50 and had a complete psychotic break and was hospitalized for the first time. As her child it was a very confusing time because I never knew she was mentally ill. Thank you for writing about your experience. You never know who it will help. The more put out there, the more people’s minds will be changed. I long for the day when taking medicine and going to counseling for mental health is as normalized as taking insulin and having regular check ups. If my mother had seen her mental illness as an illness and had been able to understand and apologize for verbally abusing me when she was manic, it might have saved me from having to do therapy as an adult. Fortunately, therapy and healing work do work.

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