when I was first diagnosed, I would have said 100 percent gift.

it would be unfair to say I walked out screaming I have bipolar, and jumping for joy, because I didn't

but, to finally have someone put a name to something you felt for so long...

yeah, it was... not, a happy time, but a sort of relief to know I wasn't the only weird person in the world.

fast forward 15 years..

and i'd call it a curse

their are so many things attached to it that are... unfair?

the stigma is the worst, and that's not even a psymptom.

things like rash decisions and crippling depressions and loss of friends and dreadfull imsomnia

and and and and...

question:

if you could touch bipolar (if it was an object), what do you think it would feel like?