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In depression, you lay your head in the mouth of a tiger. In mania, you run the streets with twelve of those unpredictable carnivores. In between, in that calm space called euthymia, the tigers pace outside your house and stare at you through the windows. They're waiting for the version of you that'll eventually open the door and invite them inside. All the while, you hope the difficult medicine returns the tigers to the wild. But the tigers stay with you. All the meds can do is make the tigers less fire, less cold stare, less claw, less fang, less dark lair.
An almost mystical look at tigers. Thank you.
Beautiful, and well described. Gives insight into your situation. Hope you keep the tigers at bay and maybe even one day bring them to the wilderness.