Before I found support through my friends and family, and before counseling, medication and mindfulness practices helped stabilize my mood, bipolar disorder‘s message was that I didn’t deserve compassion.
I was afraid of my thoughts while also being seduced by euphoric fantasies of escape, or weighed down by depression‘s longing for something missing.
Addiction offered instant gratification against the pain of reality. In high-flying hypomania, I knew exactly what I wanted and how to get it.
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