Nicely done. I can feel the struggle. I go through that too sometimes.

Here's mine.

Dear Bipolar,

I don't know why you chose me. You weren't something I asked for and sometimes you make me feel crazy. You're a physical illness and you exhibit yourself in the most terrible mental ways. You are out of control.

Bipolar, I would like my life back. For over four years, you have been confirmed. The doctors said you were in my mind. Too young to realize the gravity of the situation, I hid from you. I took my medicine. You calmed down, but you still wreaked havoc on so many areas of my life. Finally, I woke up. I told you "you will not control me any longer!" I told you "get out of here!"

And for a while, you and I were like a team. We'd come to a truce and you'd quiet down if I asked you to. You'd quiet down if I promised I'd sleep enough and take my medicine. You'd quiet down if we could eat right and drink right. You told me that we could be okay...that I could have my life back. But one day you broke your terms and you took control again.

I never know when you're going to control me. I tell you that you don't control me, but you insist that you do. I cannot always get a grip on you.
I can accept you're a part of me. You're just one flaw. You're just one challenge in my life. But you, Bipolar, you are the biggest challenge and you are one I cannot always win.

Sincerely,
Becoming