How I Deal With My Bipolar Brain: Listen to the Giant
As I’ve written elsewhere, I have a tricky bipolar brain. I never quite know how to describe this, but it’s like: Sometimes, I suddenly find myself walking in dark waist-high water nobody else can see. Sometimes I walk into an invisible noose hanging down from the sky and don’t know how to get out. Sometimes I can’t remember a single good thing about myself, and I’m so angry and embarrassed about this fact that I spontaneously combust like a trash fire.