Bipolar depression and anger don’t take turns — they team up. One shuts you down while the other pushes you to the edge. This is a raw glimpse into the reality of living in that chaos.

It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t productive. It was psychological solitary confinement — and when you’re Bipolar, your brain is the warden and the cellmate. Some days I was pacing like a caged animal. Other days I was a ghost fading into my mattress. Creativity? Gone. Motivation? Buried. Hope? What does that feel like...