I accept it. It's me. It's a large part of who I am.

Although yes, it has nearly killed me, it's ALSO shown me what I can be like at my best. And honestly? I would have likely ended up suicidal even without the bipolar-depressions because of my family life. So... at least the bipolarness of me has also been able to show me happy good times.

I don't fight it, but then again, I did harness it in when I was younger. I manage my behaviours so that I don't do the sorts of things I might regret later on.

I know it's an illness, but I don't really think of myself as someone who's ill. I've just got a wonky brain.

I definitely don't consider myself to be a victim. That's like saying that I'd be a victim of myself. Which I'm not. It's just that I've got a part of my brain that decides to flip switches whenever the hell it wants to.

Of course... there are days where yes, I would slaughter the bipolar if I could. No one likes depressions.

But I can't imagine being me without it. It's as much a part of me as my eyes. And my eyes are pretty messed up too!