Be beautiful bipolar.
I know, I know, it isn’t always easy. There are days, nights, moments, when you want to give up. There are ways that seem better than breathing. There aren’t.
Everyone seems to have an opinion on how to live your life, when really 99% of them don’t live with a mental illness. Take this medication. Exercise. Don’t sleep so much. Try yoga. Give medication a go. (All good advice, but who wants to be told what to do).
I recently met those left behind after a man killed himself and I felt an ache in my chest. That could have been me. I could have done that to everyone I know in my various suicide attempts, left them with a whole in their lives and tears on their cheeks. If you were to quiz me, you would be surprised with the number of ways I can imagine killing myself. But each and every day, I wake up with a fight in me. Some days are easier are easier than others, but I am fighter.