Age 24. Some explanation. This was the age I was diagnosed with Bipolar. I had been on medication since age 22 for depression but when they officially diagnosed me with Bipolar I lost all touch with logic and stopped taking my medicine and resented everything. So I originally wrote this as a way to say the medication would make everything worse and alter my reality. Looking at it now I can also see that perhaps I was putting a spiritual element into it. That yes, you need medication to help the chemical imbalances in your brain but also you need to connect to something greater to help see you through. Not to say that something greater is spirituality but just something else to help you cope other than only being medicated. These 3 are heroes of mine and I thought about what might’ve happened if in order to control them they were put on Medicine – I’m in no way calling them mentally ill just again going back to my resentment of the Bipolar and medication.
Black Elk on Medicine:
He didn’t hear the Spirits
He didn’t see the buffalo perish
Everything he ever cherished
Was swollen away with little red, white, and blue pills
take 3x a day
along with milk or a light meal.
Crazy Horse on Medicine:
He didn’t ride in battle with Custer
He stood back in awe as he watched his people suffer.
Dizzy with side effects he was domesticated
became an Indian police
exactly how “God made it!”
Sitting Bull on Medicine:
He didn’t perform the Sun Dance
Never went into a trance
Never had a chance
to see the White man
riding upside down into his land.
So when they attack
they saw the Medicine Man
handing out Prozac