Bipolar – behind closed doors

To the outside world, they are shrouded in mystery. They are secretive and sinister institutes filled with dark, tormented souls. But are they really like that?

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Bipolar – the hand of support

I was part of two worlds in that moment. I was that lost and desperately sad me from 10 years ago, but at the same time was my 43 year old self living a life. A real and meaningful life, where the coat of armour has been replaced with a useless rain mac, but one which allows the real world to seep into my soul.

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Bipolar- 100% success rate

Bipolar? You suck. You didnโ€™t try to kill me with a devastating suicidal depression. You didnโ€™t turn me into the invincible, wreckless hypomanic being you sometimes do. You just were. You played with me and seriously tainted yet another precious time in my life.

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