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To My Beautifully Broken Brain With Bipolar Disorder

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To my beautifully broken brain, You see, I still at times have a hard time with you. Those fleeting moments before, when you switched on and off to the person who I knew I wasn’t supposed to be, I loathed you.

However, I think back to the time I realized you were beautifully broken, the night you saved my life. It’s a conundrum, I know, but hopefully others will also understand.

When it switched on — high voltage, ready to take on the world, unaffected and audacious, not weary of anything, I became a different version of myself.

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