I was fine with PTSD. I could even swallow Borderline Personality Disorder. OCD, yeah okay. Anxiety, sure. But Bipolar Disorder... it hurts. It hurts in a big way. I can’t quite articulate why. Perhaps because it’s so permanent. Perhaps because the drugs meant to treat it make me gain weight, lose my sexual appetite, and feel creatively stunted. Perhaps because of the societal connotations. The point is that it’s hard for me to swallow this. I make every attempt to talk myself out of it. When I’m left with the realization that the diagnosis is still with me, I want to sob.

I hate being bipolar. I want to fight it so badly, but what good does that do? Do you fight it too?