I was micro-delusional at the time I drew this. To me; the drawing represents the sad abyss we bipolars do fall into. On the other end of the spectrum, we catch fire as a phoenix would, with a renewed look at the world. We feel like something REALLY important is going to happen soon. It's the opposite of feelings of impending doom. It's not a disappointment when nothing amazing happens. I think we are just so grateful to our minds for allowing us the participatation in such a euphoric episode. That's what the flame is about. Then we have a sort of never-ending cycle of the condensation of tears. But I saw things that I never would have seen had I not reached the deep lows or the indescribable highs.
