It seems to me that a person with Biploar Disorder is a fragile ecosystem. We have the ability to live beautiful, flurishing lives but to do so requires everything going right. Our ecosystem requires regular watering and feeding, regular and enough sleep, no one unpredictable in our lives, and, you know, all other variables to not be varying.
And it’s so exhausting trying to keep something so delicate not only alive but trying to thrive. I can’t keep a succulent alive; how am I supposed to keep my bipolar ass okay?
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