I feel like releasing bits and pieces of what it’s been like and what it is like living with Bipolar Disorder. It’s unpredictable. Bipolar changes the way you think, the things you do, and the people you meet and become friends with, or decide not to become friends with. Bipolar is…

Unpredictable.

This word frequently crosses my mind because, well, living with Bipolar is unpredictable.

I was the epitome of a terrible child and teen. I punched, I screamed, I hit, I bit, I yelled hateful monstrosities at those who loved me. This is what I would do when I was manic. On the contrary, when I was depressed, I succumbed to it, to this low, low place. I felt worthless, without direction, without purpose.

It’s funny that I’m speaking in past tense, because now, as an adult, these feelings still plague me. Bipolar doesn’t just disappear for me. I feel encumbered and inundated by these low feelings at times, and giddy and euphoric at others.

Despite being so up and down, so challenged and perturbed, I’ve always been GRATEFUL. Grateful for having the opportunity to face adversity, because as many say, you must go down to come up. Without challenges, low points, and struggles, there’s no way to reach your peak, the top, your fullest potential. I have Bipolar and I am GRATEFUL.

Stay tuned…