I hate that I make my family feel like they have to walk on eggshells around me. Also, that every time something stresses me out in my life, they turn into hawks and follow me around asking if I'm okay and to not forget to go to my appointments. -- I know it's done out of love, but I just wish they wouldn't worry so much.

I hate that the one I love is in a constant fear that I will go back into an episode and turn into the monster I am fully capable of being and completely incapable of holding back. I hate that he feels like he can't talk to me because he's afraid of triggering an irrational reaction.

I hate that even my little brother has started reminding me to take my meds if one of my med alarms go off and I don't charge for the pill bottle. -- Again, I know it's out of love and worrying, but I just want him to be my little brother and I don't want him to have to worry about his big sister going off the rails. I'm supposed to protect him, not the other way around.

It's so demeaning when people ask if you've taken your medicine or if you've been going to see the pdoc/therapist and they just don't get why I feel that way.

I hate that I'm not yet sure that I hate my bipolar.

I could go on, but I think I'll stop there.