Dear Bipolar,
I admire your strength; you're infamous among my family members for being very forceful and resilient. No matter what I've thrown at you over the past four years (the antidepressants, the CBT and DBT, the antipsychotics, the hospital admissions, the self injury, the mood stabilisers and the help from everyone round me), you've managed to come back stronger and stronger and slowly take away every single part of the happy young teenager I used to be.

You know what? I have quite a few enemies but NONE of those are as much an enemy as you - the disorder that made me an easy target to get bullied, unstable and easily addicted to any substance that just slightly curbs your enthusiasm to sabotage everything I was.

As you've grown stronger, I've grown weaker. It started off fun and you created a dream or two for me but now you've taken those and every single other ambition away from me, you've outstayed your welcome.