Bipolar Bears?

Hello.

And welcome to my blog. You will hear me mention 'bipolar bears' quite a bit...so although decently obvious to what it means, I will explain the story here.

One day after being diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder my boyfriend called me his 'bipolar bear.' We had a little giggle fit over it and it never left my brain since. I also found it extremely fitting since the first Christmas after I was diagnosed my parents bought me a fuzzy polar bear hat :: 

I also used to collect teddy bears. 

So. 'Bipolar Bear' really stuck. It was something that was cute but also perfect in describing how I felt in a subtle way. There was a bear in there. Inside of me. A bipolar bear. 

As a child I was very into the poems of Shel Silverstein. I was reading them over again on the computer when I came across one in particular: 

Bear In There

a poem by Shel Silverstein

There's a polar bear
In our Frigidaire—
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there—
That polary bear
In our Fridgitydaire.

I remember this picture. The bear. The fridge. The poem. I remember liking it when I was younger.  And now one thing sticks out to me, the very last paragraph.

'And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there—
That polary bear
In our Fridgitydaire.'

Yep.