Bless This Mess
The thing about getting clean is that once you get out of rehab, no one’s getting paid to take care of you anymore. That is when the real work starts.
Topic: bipolar
The thing about getting clean is that once you get out of rehab, no one’s getting paid to take care of you anymore. That is when the real work starts.
I’ve been solving riddles for years, it’s a big part of surviving bipolar disorder.
The depression I suffered my whole life has since become a symptom of a very manageable problem, not an innate part of me.
What does life look like long-term living with bipolar disorder? How treatable are the symptoms and will life ever get easier?
Tonight, I do the best I can to quiet the thoughts.
Years after that first day when I was eight—on a day just as bright and clear—the world once again plunged into a meaningless gray. Only this time, it didn’t lift.
I wanted to hear the candid account of someone in the middle, maybe just past the hardest days of this illness, but not quite to the happy ending where you’ve reached the place you never thought you would.
I let it define me instead of defining my mental state. Everything I did wasn’t because I was doing it; bipolar II was the reason.
I don’t thank my bipolar. For anything. Not a single thing.
“What’s wrong with me?” I pleaded. “Am I bipolar or something?”
Demi Lovato is only human. It feels important to start with that. It’s a simple fact, indisputable, but it’s one that can be easily overlooked.
We are soldiers in an invisible war few people can even begin to comprehend. We are warriors fighting countless battles each and every day. And even when it feels as if we’re losing, we keep going.
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