Dear Friend,

I remember years ago, someone told me I should take caution when it comes to life, I did. And so can you. To hear about how much you have suffered, all this time really hurt me and now things make sense. I'm here to help you and guide you. Don't be afraid. Something like Depression is a tough thing to handle, especially by yourself and I thank God you can through this hurdle with support from your family, because I never had the chance of family support myself. iRecoverBipolar is my support. This is my self-therapy, my safe haven, my addiction, my bipolar world, and I want to let you in and share it with you. I promise to be there for you whenever you need me or any of our other friends in our place of education, I'll do my best to answer your questions to the best of my ability and experience and let you know that you're not alone. 

Take charge of your life, think happiness, and always speak what's on your mind. Never bottle things up, I learned that the hard way. I want you to visit this site because through my experiences, it may give you something more clear to focus on, to understand what's in your mind, the way your brain thinks and why it appears so. Don't worry, you won't figure everything out overnight, it took me three years. Just be patient, and things will begin to shape up.

I love you, I'm here to support you all the way so keep holding on :)

So I'm sitting in the 4 walls of the theory room in college. Silence. Peaceful. A bit too peaceful. The bipolar wave has attacked me, and I'm drowning in a sea of depression. So, people tend to ask: "Are you okay?" Well...

Today is a bad day. Really bad. DOnt get me wrong I do have bad days some days, but there's something about today. Life hurts. Despite being one of those fast running bipolar people, I have done and achieved something rather specatular, I survived and kept of going. And I will keep on going, there really isnt any time to stop. Although the pressure of fast thoughts isnt trying to penetrate my skull in a bid for freedom, the visuals and slowness of my lobes are visually evident on my face. You can't see the tears, but they are there, on standby.

The hardest part of depression is finding a way to tell people. It is like you are hiding a terrible secret. I think I felt ashamed of myself for getting depressed, like somehow I had failed. That’s what depression does to you: it makes you feel like a terrible failure and worthless. There are still those quite close to me who don’t know or i've told but werent willing to listen that I’ve suffered from crippling depression. I remember that people didn’t know what to say in response, because I am usually the most hyped person in college with a long stretch of friends and no social problems. What happens when mania starts slipping from my grasp? The complete opposite. Welcome to Depression.