When a bipolar sufferer takes a positive attitude with manic-depressive bipolar disorder disease...
If I don't sleep or choose to not take my med.'s in spite of my doctor's orders, I hear sinister voices whispering in my ears; they unnerve me, because no one's nearby (when I'm bipolar and failing to comply with doctor's advice). It's a b*tch, I fear, being committed several times a year while my whole life's put on total standby. Life with this disorder is difficult: and thriving is the ultimate challenge, a test to surmount and defeat—to exult in when I overcome it, and not cringe from this disease as some unjust result of fate that has me grimly on the fringe.
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