My favorite analogy for my most loathed foe: depression
I’ve been bipolar my entire life. There. I said it.
I was finally diagnosed in the summer of 2000. This came after I spent three days of pacing, vomiting, more pacing, shaking, trembling, and not making any sort of real sense as I babbled to myself. I was convinced that my brain stopped working, at least in service to me. I babbled…
