I hate everything about it and the shame I feel about being bipolar. I also hate the stigma about bipolar disorder.

I hate feeling like nobody close to me understands what I'm going through, and I especially hate how they don't understand that this just doesn't go away, that taking meds and seeing a therapist is not a cure all, that everyday can be a struggle to stay sane.

I hate not knowing what will happen next, whether I'm going to have a manic episode, an anxiety attack, or just suddenly break down in tears.

I hate the rage I feel. I hate the depression.

I hate feeling like I'm all alone.