I am the boy who cried wolf, except that I never lied about the wolf. Every time I cried wolf, there was actually one, inside my mind, chasing me and haunting me in every waking moment and in my dreams.
My wolf is my mental illness, my struggle with bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder (BPD). It has taken over me and put me in the front lines of a battle I am not even sure how to win.
I am in the eye of the storm and I have no idea how to get out. In the beginning, my partner and my loved ones believed me and tried to support me, yet with time, things have changed.
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