Being bipolar is like fighting everyday if I want to get out of bed. Then fighting every minute, to get through the day. Then fighting every night, to fall asleep. When I am so tired from my depression but my anxiety keeps me from sleeping. When I do fall asleep, I wake up 10 times a night just from nightmares. I have to live on medications and therapy for the rest of my life. Be judged on everything I do while feeling self-conscious everywhere I go. And unlike a broken limb, I don’t get a handicap sign to make life easier. So, I push through the crazy thoughts and get through with my day. At the same time, the devil is constantly screaming inside of my head. And sometimes, I would see things that aren’t there. So, welcome to my world. Judge me away and call me crazy. You people don’t know how I get through every day. Please don’t say that you know me at all. And people just like to talk about what they don’t know. I am like a mystery to everyone. I hide my deepest fears so well. That is what questions people.