8. We get migraines a lot.
And sore throats. And food poisoning. And nasty colds.
No one bats an eye when you say you are going to stay home from work or skip out on a social event because you have a headache, but tell someone you can’t show up because you’re depressed and need to take a self-care day and you’re labeled as lazy, a bad employee or friend, or a flake. Our society still views mental illness as being somehow less real than physical illness, and a lot of people still think you should be able to just “(wo)man up” and “get over it.” Until that changes, people with bipolar disorder are going to keep getting migraines. A lot.
9. Our loved ones mean the world to us — even if we don’t always show it.
People with bipolar disorder are notoriously hard to love. I hate that. I get it — but I hate it. At my best I can be the life of the party, and at my worst I might yell at you for sneezing too loud (sorry, Mom).
I know that I am not always the easiest person to be friends with, but those ride or die friends who continue without fail to show up for me when I am losing my marbles mean the absolute world to me. Through trial and error, I have figured out which of my friends can handle me at my worst and which ones can’t (or won’t). While I love them all, I have a special place in my heart for those who will put enjoying themselves at a Super Bowl party on pause to google pictures of kittens and text them to me in an effort to get me to stop crying over the most inconsequential of things.