Bipolar is one hell of an illness. Sometimes, I can’t actually believe it, that Bipolar chose to latch onto me, and suck out all of my blood whilst breathing life into me at the same time. Sometimes, I can’t believe I have this disorder. Not because I don’t exhibit the key symptoms, because I certainly do, but because I just can’t believe it has happened to me. I must have really fucked up in a past life to deserve this. But people tell me it’s a blessing in disguise, that I wouldn’t be as creative and as strong as I am today had I not been mentally ill. But still, it’s just unfathomable sometimes. I’d say I understand my illness pretty well: I listen to what the professionals tell me and I do my own research. But still, I don’t understand why it had to happen to me. Was I born to be this miserable? Did some higher power decide that it is my fate to be mentally ill for the entirety of my teenage years and for every year after that? I am baffled. Please be patient with those who are diagnosed with Bipolar: life gets pretty fucking tough, at the best of times. Wow. Bipolar is one hell of an illness.