Such truth and pain in these words, and such strength. Unless you’ve been through this, you’ll never know. But then I’ll never know what you’ve walked through either. Life demands strength, we cannot be weak and wallow and expect to thrive. After everything, after the fall, after the storm, after it all, the one standing is the strong one.
You will know no strength like that of a bipolar. It’s a force of will forged over a lifetime of endurance. Breath by breath, hour by hour, day by day, year in and year out, is her constant struggle to endure the pain that lies deep within her brain.
No single human can break her. For she has faced the storms of life, seen the light at the end and powered through to the other side, alive. She lives where angels fear to tread. Her mind, cast in duality, strives to kill her by coercion and subtle, whispered doubt, eroding her soul like a storm. Human judgment and stigma, shaped by ignorance and intolerance, violate her very life force.
But no bipolar worth their salt and lithium will go down quietly. She is born a warrior. She is born a survivor. She is born to face the dark and walk…
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