Sometimes I wish it was a broken leg instead of this. It might be easier to deal with because at least then I'd have an idea of when it would start to get better, and no family members would be trying to convince me that I'm fine and that I should just suck it up and stop taking my meds and just go ahead and walk on it. Leaving me to feel like a useless failure because I'm too scared to give up the meds and I can't walk on it because it just won't hold my weight. Doctors wouldn't say 'meh, maybe it's broken, maybe it's not, come see us again if you need to.' And no one wants to come sign anything and tell you they hope you feel better soon when it's bipolar. They just wonder why you're always so freaking lazy and cranky all the time. It sucks