Bipolar Disorder Nearly Killed Me

Joy Macko

Bipolar Disorder is a trip. Like for real. One season you’re flying sky high with a view of the world more beautiful than a Cayman Islands’ sunset. The next season you’re deep in a jungle where the sun can’t penetrate, covered in darkness trying to find your way out. It’s demanding. It’s aggressive. It can be downright defiant. And, it’s beyond lonely.