I met an amazing friend on a different forum a few years ago. I seeked solace because I was killing myself. I desired a slow, painful (but somehow fun) death and wanted anonymous friends to watch the progression. The forum saved my life.

I keep hoping one day I will read a profile about bipolar and I won't fit the description, yet instead, the studies continue to solidify that I am indeed, bp. I refuse to let anyone I care about see what really goes on in my brain, which leads to extreme loneliness. I have allowed only two people to truly see and love me, but they ended up running for the hills.

So...I work. I work a lot. I have a great career as long as people buy my excuses for why I've jumped jobs so many times.

At the end of the day, I'm the woman that will never be "worth it" to anyone. Some call me intelligent, attractive, and fun...but it's not enough I suppose.