You can call it whatever you want….
a monster, a beast, darkness, hell, a sunflower or a rainbow.
It doesn’t matter what you call it because it doesn’t change the illness, what it does to you, how it makes you feel and how it can destroy lives.
Bipolar Disorder is Bipolar Disorder and no other name is going to change the seriousness of this illness by making it better or making it worse.
A different name is not going to help people accept Bipolar Disorder or reduce the magnitude of the stigma and discrimination of Bipolar Disorder and mental illness.
It is what it is
It is a nameless faceless beast that scorched my brain and mind burning away my past life and identity as I once knew it, leaving lasting scars from the internal mental pain it has inflicted on my life.
The bipolar beast monster that lives inside my mind sometimes comes out to visit and has wreaked havoc on my life.
I am a strong woman and I will never give up my fight against this bipolar beast monster and will always try very hard to send him back to his distant internal home deep within my brain hoping he will never come back again.
If and when he comes back to scorch my brain, mind and life again, I will be ready with my fire extinguisher to put out the flames.
This bipolar beast monster living inside my brain is only a small part of who I am.
It is not who I am and everything I am.
I am so much more and so much better than the bipolar beast monster living inside part of my brain.
I am not Bipolar Disorder.
Bipolar Disorder is a part of me and has helped me become a very uniquely beautiful, resilient, strong, compassionate, kind, and understanding woman.
I am proud to be uniquely beautiful and
I am proud to be a Bipolar Disorder survivor.
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