Knowing I’m a Rabbit…

…Doesn’t Keep Me from Running…

…Or Digging Burrows…

I thought that I could escape the pitfalls of being Bipolar if I could recognize the phases. That I could help others understand me, if I could just explain what I’m experiencing.

Why do I want you to understand me? I have wanted to be loved and accepted forever. As long as I have been alive.

I mean, everybody does, don’t they?

Don’t they?m

I don’t think I am like other people. That’s a stupid thing to say. I KNOW I’m not like others. I used to be glad I was different, at least I pretended to like it.

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