Bipolar disorder is a funny thing. Mine leaves me alone part of the time. Until it doesn’t. I have had full-blown depressive episodes, with the sobbing and the immobility and the wretchedness and everything else associated with it.
I have had one major episode that lasted for three years straight, plus everything else from minor breakdowns to that vague, lingering miasma that comes when you’re untreated and you don’t know that what is really happening to you is clinical depression.
I have also had full-blown anxiety attacks, the sort that leave you twitching all over, feeling like you’re about to jump out of your skin, gasping for breath and imagining that every driver on the road is swerving into your lane.Read more on themighty.com