All things considered, when it comes to a lack of mental wellness, I could have done a lot worse. There are no voices telling me what to do, I’m relatively sure that everything I see actually exists and I consider being alive preferable to the alternative. Still, if I’d known the details of this whole bipolar thing, I might have signed up for something different.
Growing up, I never went to a slumber party or even spent the night at a friend’s house. I wanted to, and I tried. Quite a few times. I’d be fine while playing, having dinner or watching TV. But the minute it was time for bed, everything changed and I needed to go home. Now!
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