Wahalalafia (Pt. 8)

by Marie Osuamoh 10 months ago in bipolar

My Talk for Bipolar Disorder

Wahalalafia (Pt. 8)


Now I'm irritated. I had an amazing blog, in which I wrote about Mother Music, and guess what, it was deleted!

Now I have to start again! So anyway, I have to do it again. I find that I'm at my most creative when either I listen to music. For some reason, it helps me to focus. I know what is going on right now. In the background, the documentary of The Not So Secret Life of the Manic Depressive is playing. I find it so consoling when I know that someone, somewhere understands Wahalalafia. You know, I've discovered that Wahalalafia is an entity. I imagine it to be a multi-coloured individual, wearing a multicoloured suit, who is kind of my partner in crime. Its group includes: Dick the Depression, Opty, and Manny the Mania.

I think giving an identity to Bipolar helps. I understand it more. You know when the diagnosis came, as soon as the doctor said, "I think you have something called Cyclothymia," it popped up behind the chair and said:

"Hello! I've been wanting to meet you for such a long time! I've been there, ever since your childhood. I made you hyperactive! I made you depressed! Your weird behaviour, that was me!"

Nobody, except fellow Wahalalafians, seems to see that it's there. I try to explain it, but it is so sneaky that it convinces people it's not there. It's always been cheeky, as if to say, "na, na, na, na, na! They can't see me!"

It's a really good looking individual, but it is so multi-coloured. It's so unpredictable. It deals so many of its cards that I don't know what its next move will be. Anyway, right now it dealt Opty. I'm feeling great, I'm feeling creative, and I'm ready to take on the day. Random thought: I have a crush on Lakeith Stanfield. Bear with me reader. If you know me well, you know that I get the most random thoughts ever hahahahah.

Anyway, Wahalalafia and music. Wahalalafia and me dance along to Mother Music. We love Nina Simone. We talked about how it was in her life, too; when she was making the best music in the world, she was there. Along with Amy, Kurt Cobain, etc.

Wahalalafia has talked about how its existed since the beginning of time. It has seen World Wars, Martin Luther King's assassination, etc.

I want to lie down now, and fold myself. Folding means going into my world. It's not just about lying down, it's about sinking—not in a positive or negative way. I just want to retreat. The covers protecting me and Wahalalafia. It cuddles me and makes me feel good.

This is the fudging second time some of my work has been deleted! Annoying!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, I must type no matter what. I also must make sure I type enough words to meet the 600 word count. Why does it have to be 600 words or more?

Sometimes a great blog can be short enough to explain itself.

Anyway, the second time around, I was explaining just how much music moves me and Wahalalafia. Yungblud, Nina Simone, Amy Winehouse, and the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir seem to move me in a way that helps me process myself.

I'm hungry and I want to fold myself.

Anyway, I have a couple more words to fill now. Yeah, so Wahalalafia is making me watch funny videos. I know I need to take time from thinking deeply and introspectively, and just laugh. I won't tell you what's making me laugh, but it's been in the news lately. It's more of a spoof. I think you'll put two and two together.

Ok going now, hungry and want to fold.


Marie Osuamoh
Marie Osuamoh
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Marie Osuamoh

I am what I am. 🤪 ok jokes aside, I’m a 25 year old british Nigerian, with cyclothymia. Trying to understand and navigate life, through music, art and everything in between. 

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