I am Bipolar, and I am capable – but this does not mean I want to be Bipolar. My disorder isn’t a means to an end, a method of manipulation, or a way to demand the attention of those around me. My disorder is just that: an illness of the brain, a chemical imbalance totally out of my control.
It’s the insurmountable barrier between you and anything good because you won’t let yourself far enough to fall down again. Depression is the snake in the bush watching you build yourself up again piece by piece the way it watches its favorite prey.