Bipolar has a way of eating away at your soul, as you never know when to expect the depression which is the hardest part or Mania which is the most dangerous.
In every part of your life one must decide is this my Bipolar or is this normal so to speak. This sucks the life out of you, fact, no negativity in that at all.
In my own life I take a look at the last 15 years, grateful that I have not been hospitalised for my Bipolar. I must be doing something right!
Secondly I self published my book I have Bipolar, Bipolar isn’t me with Balboa press the 10 March 2017 and my book is currently available in twelve countries around the world. I am so proud.
I am exhausted though, trying to figure this illness and new ways to help people suffering with Bipolar. The constant self judgement, the tears and pain surface. The mixed emotions, when all I seek is laughter, happiness or even love and acceptance.
Fighting is what Bipolar people have to do each and every day. When all you want is peace for your soul.
Fight, fight, fight, I am ready!