I've lived for 33 years now. (yikes!) 20 of those years I've lived with being bipolar,15 of those years I had no fucking idea what was wrong with me,(but knew there was something) 4 of those years I knew I was bipolar,but WOULD NOT accept it, the last year I had to embrace it.
It used to be referred to as manic depression, now because of stigma its bipolar disorder. How bipolar is any better of a name, I don't know. Either way, the stigma will always be there.No matter what name you give "it" it doesn't change how it fucks up your life and everyone and everything in it.
Break it down:
Bi-is just a prefix meaning two, but to most people it means you like both men and women (hehehehehe
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Polar- Occupying or characterized by opposite extremes
To me the word bipolar brings images of a big cute furry white bear that likes to fuck and drink coca-cola
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So, I'm either up the pole or down the pole,and on rare occasion in the middle. What goes up,must come down (guys should be able to grasp that concept HA!)
more later.............