An Open Letter to My Bipolar Disorder

The worries of my youth and I need a to have a frank talk.

I first learned about you as a recurring character when I was 16. I went to see a psychiatrist. You were news to me, then. We were stuck together.

I should apologize. I avoided you. I spent years building my life around fear. It was easier to think that you, bipolar disorder, were a villain. You could be controlled, tamed but never, ever, made peace …