The people that inspire me the most to keep going and keep fighting actually don't have bipolar.
My mom, my husband, my therapist, and my grandma

My mom and my therapist (and some of the other people close to me, like my husband, my sister, my uncle, a couple friends) are the people who know how DANG hard I work and tell me I'm doing a great job even if there's no visible improvement and bipolar still totally rules my life. It bolsters me when my mom and my therapist verbally acknowledge that I work DANG hard and they know how hard I'm fighting and they think it's amazing. It makes me feel less hopeless, so then I have the hope to keep trying.

My grandma had a vision of sorts a long time ago that left her believing that I'm amazing and my spirit is really strong. Though a lot of people might scoff at that, I believe her and I draw significant strength from her belief in how strong I am.

Are you 100% open with your therapist?