The way I see it, bipolar sucks in a lot of ways; but it also enables me to create, to empathize, to live in a world that's a lot like a carnival---a smorgasbord of music, color, and other sensual delights.

Yes, oftentimes things become too bright and too loud, while at other times life fades to a dull grey and the music is silenced for a while. But never having known anything else, I can't see myself being content to live without the intensity......I wouldn't know how. And I'm afraid I'd be bored, which is something I've rarely been. Bottom line: would I trade the richness of my experiences for stability?

I don't know.