Looking Into A Bipolar Life
I recently read an article that mentioned the concept of being a stranger to yourself, and that resonated with me on a deep level. In a sense, it really defines what having Bipolar Disorder is like for me. I don’t know whether I “always” had the disorder, as growing up there were certainly some signs [...]
I feel tears drip down my cheeks and hear them fall onto the pillowcase. I wonder: can you hear them too? My hair is damp, my ears, cheeks, and neck wet. I cry for the loss of normalcy my illness has caused in our lives. For the loss of your peace of mind. I wish [...]
I imagine standing in line, clutching a doctor’s note that is supposed to relieve me of performing my civic duty. I will be surrounded by strangers, each with their own excuses for why they cannot perform theirs: a job, a family, a physical illness. I will stand alone in the crowd, trying to hide my [...]
You said it was all over, you were going to leave. You couldn’t stand it anymore: the ups and downs, the low self-esteem, the whining. You couldn’t stand me anymore. You didn’t know how you had held on for so long. Or why. Perhaps it was not that you didn’t love me—you still did. But [...]
I had to lie to someone. Granted, it was a complete stranger. It might even be what some would consider a trivial, excusable “white lie.” But it’s still eating me up inside, although not as much as the reason I told the lie. Last week, I told an interviewer that I could not make it [...]
