The Secret to Being Bipolar
I used to spend my days wanting to be normal, fantasizing about being like my friends who handled their moods like professionals. I used to think that I was so messed up, and that every reaction to my daily life was bizarre and inappropriate. I’ve concluded that I am who I am, and nothing could change that. It’s a moment of acceptance that I should be proud of, because the day you can accept who you are is quite the accomplishment.