I am Bipolar.
I am addiction.
I am an illness.
I am a disease.
Yet I am not contagious.
You won't catch anything from looking at me.
You won't catch anything from talking to me.
Being around me won't suddenly take years off your life.
I am not here for your amusement.
I am not here for you to ridicule.
I am not here for you to point fingers at.
I am not here for you to talk about because I have "something".
I am not here to make you feel better about yourself because you don't have my "disease".
I am not a lesser person than you are.
I am a person.
I have a heart.
I have a mind.
I have emotions.
I have a face.
I have seen the best and worst of humanity.
I wear my scars, both inside and out, with pride.
I have seen the darkest levels of Hell and the highest glories of Heaven.
I am healing.
I am growing.
I have turned myself inside out to get to this point in time.
And I have a name.
My name isn't "disease."
It isn't "illness".
It isn't "Bipolar".
It isn't "Addiction".
It is the one I give you to call me by.
I am me, no matter what you think I am.