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Chapter 5: Navigating the Stigma
The diagnosis didn’t come with a map.It came with silence. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I barely knew how to tell myself. “Bipolar disorder” felt like a mark—less a diagnosis than a scarlet letter. It wasn’t just something I had. It became something I feared others would use to define me. At first,…
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Chapter 3: Everything and Nothing
There were days when I felt everything—loud, bright, electric—and others when I felt absolutely nothing, like I’d vanished into thin air while my body moved on without me. No one prepares you for that kind of duality. No one teaches you how to live in a body that swings between extremes like a pendulum on…
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Chapter 1:The Storm Without a Name
Before anyone called it bipolar disorder, before any diagnosis or medication or therapy, it was just… me. Me being “moody,” “too sensitive,” and “dramatic.” Me feeling everything too hard or not at all. Some days I woke up like a sun exploding—full of ideas, ambition, fire. Other days I was stone. Still breathing, still blinking,…
