When I was told I had bipolar, I had no ideal what it was. All I know is I would stay in bed and cry for days at a time, and for no reason. Now over 30 years later my family still don’t understand me. They will say things like just pray GOD will help. Not that I don’t believe, I do, but they have never tried to read up on bipolar. I still don’t always feel well, but sometimes I can fake it. I don’t think I will ever be “fully well” and I am used to being made fun of. But it still hurts, so if you know someone who is bipolar or any sort of mental illness, treat them as you would anyone else. We are not crazy.
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