I kick bipolar's butt!
I kick it's butt!
More times than I can count.
But I did it.
And I will continue to do it.
I count myself victorious because I win more times than it does.
I am stronger than my disorder.
I will always be stronger.
You see me break down.. Once? Maybe twice?
You keep your distance because of what you see.
But what about what you don't see?
I count my victories.
You should, too.
Maybe my strength will make you stay.
Maybe my lack of it affects you more.
But I can kick some mental illness tail.
I am not my disorder.
I am not.
I am me.
I am V'loria.
And you will hear me roar.
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We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human
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