Happiness in Me

All within a single brain.

Sometimes it feels in vain.

At 27 my brain is done growing.

But it’s hard not knowing.

If I’ll ever find order.

Within two disorders.

But it’s best not to wait.

To see if it gets worse or abates.

These disorders are permanent.

There is still hope that is heaven sent.

Even when I’m venting.

I end therapy with tears and laughing.

Even though I’m reeling.

These disorders will not be stealing-

A future that is waiting.

A future with happiness never abating.