Michelle’s Story

Living with Bipolar Disorder is really hard.

There’s no sugar coating it and there’s nothing easy about it.

Every day is different for me than it is for you.

Stability is possible and exists but it doesn’t cure you.

Bipolar Disorder is not curable.

I’ll live with this for the rest of my life.

What if you had an incurable illness?

I might have to take medication for the rest of my life.

Every day is different for me than it is for you.
Stability is possible and exists but it doesn’t cure you.

What if you had to take 6 pills every night at age 22?

As I’ve grown, I’ve needed new medication and new treatment plans.

As I continue to grow, I may need new medication and new treatment plans again.

Do you need medication and a treatment plan?

Along with medication and therapy, I need stability and support.

Throughout life, you don’t always have stability or support.

When the medication stops working, WHO am I?

I am someone else making terrible decisions, and then I am someone so torn up I might hurt myself.

These unpredictable states of bipolar moods are what shake you up reading this because that’s what makes me different than you.

I have an illness that can be unpredictable.

BUT I have an illness that can be so controlled simply by a change of medication (AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT).

Chemical imbalances, genetics, and 1,000,000 others reasons are why I have this illness.

And there are 1,000,000 other reasons why you don’t have this illness.

And that’s what makes me ME, and that’s what makes you YOU.

I fight the fight to live.
I fight the fight to love who I am.

We are all unique and our own.

There are so many aspects to maintaining a healthy life while living with Bipolar Disorder.

It takes a lot of work to live with a serious mental illness. It is extremely hard, exhausting, and all-consuming.

With it all being said, I am who I am, and I am proud and not ashamed of my mental illness.

I fight the fight to live.

I fight the fight to love who I am.

I want to share the struggles, heartache, and pain of such a serious and real disorder.

It’s what I can share with you that will help you learn and understand rather than judge and hurt me.

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