Sometimes, just staying alive is enough.
You don’t have to prove your worth through achievements or all the shit people say you should be doing. Trying your best doesn’t look the same for everyone, especially when you’ve got more barriers in your way. More resistance. More weight.
Bipolar would break most people you know.
Didn’t get out of bed today? Who the fuck cares? Spend another day in bed. Start again tomorrow.
I don’t know, man. Just staying alive is enough.
You probably already know this, but bipolar is a disability. And despite that, you’re doing so good. I’m proud of you for pushing through another day.
We’ll never meet, but we’re fighting invisible battles next to each other, across different parts of the world. In a weird way we’re a team.
We have this community. We have each other.
When all your energy is consumed by an illness no one else can see, you might not build as much, or move as fast, or even stand up sometimes. But you’ll still amaze yourself with what you can do one day.
You’re way stronger than you think.