
Letโs talk about the ugly side of bipolar disorder. The parts people donโt like to hear or are too embarrassed to speak about.
Itโs losing trust in your own mind. Constantly questioning whether your thoughts, emotions, or decisions are you or an episode forming. The manic highs and the depressive lows. Itโs the shame after episodes. The apologies. The mistakes. The decisions that were made that don’t truly align with who you are as a person. The relationships strained or lost. Not from lack of love, but from a brain at war with itself. Itโs isolation. Pulling away because youโre afraid of being a burden, while quietly needing connection the most.
Itโs surviving moments you didnโt want to be here anymore and then having to learn how to live after that. Medication trials. Side effects. Acceptance. Resistance. Learning that stability isnโt weakness and needing help doesnโt erase strength. Even on good days, bipolar disorder leaves scars, hypervigilance, grief, and a level of self-awareness earned through pain.
I advocate because honesty saves lives. Because romanticizing this illness helps no one. Because survival is something to speak about, not hide. This is the ugly but necessary truth.
And Iโm still here. Still growing. Still choosing to live. Walking right with you. Because, we are Stronger Together. ๐ค
In mental solidarity,




























