I definitely had a plan. I had dreams, ambition, and ability.
After mental illness hit, every one of my dreams was twisted into nothingness, with the exception of the relationships in my life. I am married, I have a child, and I am really close to my family. I always hoped for those three things.
Now my life plan is to survive as best I can and hope to attain semi-functionality one day. It's horrible. It hurts.

What is the thing you most mourn losing because of bipolar?
(your job, your faith in goodness, whatever)