Well bipolar has taken and given from me. I have more time to pursue my dreams, I was too busy with family and Kids before. I'm not here to be normal. I sometimes long for normal than realize I hated normal life. I live a leisurely life and I enjoy it. I work part time I make a better living than I did working full time. Sure I'm not driving new cars or living in my own home, but I'm far lessed stressed.

I qualify for various services, I didn't qualify before. Just because I'm labeled disabled. I am more creative and more emotional than a normal person. My mom is normal and says it's not all it's cracked up to be. I see it as a blessing rather than a curse. Heck because I'm disabled I'm not forced to repay my student loans. If I was just unable to get a descent job I would still owe the money. I'm blessed. I've got the best of both worlds. I appear normal with meds but I'm really not.