Author: Andrea Escobar Editor: Danielle Beutell How I Lost & Found Myself with Bipolar Disorder. I think deep down I always knew I was different; I always knew something was a bit off. My mind was always one step ahead of me and two steps ahead of everyone else—trying to finish the race before it even started. I would wake up at five in the morning, cook up a storm, and then start my day. I remember my mom saying I had “enough energy to power a small country.” They were jokes, but I wondered if it was “normal,” or if something was really off. One would think the diagnosis itself would have given me clarity and peace. After all, sometimes we have to go through the darkness to appreciate the light. But I didn’t understand anything about my illness other than what I was told: “You have a chemical imbalance, and you will be on medication for the rest of your life.” New doctors, same speech every time. I had enough pills to start my own pharmacy. I was on anti-depr
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