Bipolar saved my life.

I have been living in an abusive, toxic environment almost all of my life. I had tried to get out maybe four time is 36 years. They wouldn't let go, so I always stayed put. It began to sap the life out of me. I was way over medicated for depression and walked around like a zombie. I was wasting away by inches.
When the bipolar began to kick in around 33, it was like a very hard kick to the pants. I got my life in order as the impulse to get out grew stronger. It became undeniable that I had to get out. So in August I moved out and by December had severed most ties with those people. I had to be hospitalized inpatient in December too. I am grateful to be on meds. I don't want to stop them. There were a lot of downsides to BP too. But I will always be grateful that bipolar got me out. without it, I would still be shuffling in pain through life.