Another older comic from the “too vulnerable for Twitter” vault!
I’m bipolar. I don’t talk about it publicly very much. Inside you are two wolves: one doesn’t want to make a big deal about it because other people have it worse, and one is just worried about looking crazy.
They both win, usually.
Clinical terms aren’t always the most helpful for me in talking about mental health. For sure, there’s comfort in being able to put a name to something and knowing you’re not alone, but I always find myself feeling distrustful – are those terms really what I’m experiencing? Or am I just being dramatic? So for my own purposes, I often try to illustrate how I feel in other ways.
Sometimes that means drawing a lot of fire. Sometimes that means having a mini breakdown in the car while listening to 80s music and thinking damn, so true.
Damn... So true.
IDK if bipolar also but this is my day-to-day I swear. Such intense confidence followed by such intense 'the exact opposite of aforementioned confidence'.
For some reason I was just thinking about Fire by Kimya Dawson (whom I just learnt had been half of the Moldy Peaches!) and suddenly realized that that song, although much calmer than the ones mentioned here, may be somehow relevant for this post, so I'm sharing it just in case. It helped me keep my own fire alive and focused on what mattered, at times, so maybe it'll help other people too.