bipolar disorder, when it does untreated is quite simply a bitch. everytime i would build myself up, any time i would begin to feel okay again i would start to feel bad again. it was a system of sunrises and sunsets. as the sun came up i would feel better and when the sun went down i would fall apart again. i couldn't do this! who did i think i was! i'm no match for this illness i would tell myself. i would beg my mom for medication, but she would never believe me. in october, right before i turned 17, she finally caved in, only when a doctor told my mother herself 'gail, your daughter has bipolar disorder type one.' my mom didn't cry like i had excepted her to. instead she nodded like she knew this whole time. they started me on this pill called abilify which i was on for a few months. along with medication i had to start therapy which helped tremendously! for the first few months i started to think i had finally beaten it! i was cured! and then may of 2017 rolled around.
