Mental Illness sucks. No ‘ifs’. No ‘buts’. It sucks.

Contrary to what people seem to be trying to say nowadays, there is no beauty in this struggle. When I started my journey with bipolar disorder I was told it was depression. Then my “depression” disappeared and I was UNSTOPPABLE. I was on top of the world and there wasn’t a single person in my life that could convince me I wasn’t bulletproof.

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