…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.