The Bipolar Path
Life with bipolar disorder
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Yesterday started with surrender. I sat in my therapist’s office and left with a pill I’d worked hard to stay off. I’d been without it for months. It makes me tired. Taking it again felt like handing over a piece of my autonomy. Not a collapse—just… surrender. Then I talked to my ex. From that…
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It’s the first 24 hours that I’m not crying. Haven’t shed a single tear. Yesterday, I packed my things, took my dog, and drove three hours—to the desert. I came chasing emptiness, and I found it. But not the hollow kind. The wide, quiet kind. The kind that doesn’t echo your pain back at you…
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“If you’re going through hell, keep going.”That’s what my tattoo says. A quote by Winston Churchill. (but it says only ‘keep going’, on both my legs)I’m writing to you now because I still have a few things weighing on my heart. Because it’s time to tell you the truth, once and for all. It’s the…
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(And I don’t know how to unlearn that.) There’s a story I’ve been telling myself since the breakup. It goes like this:“They left because I’m bipolar.”Not because we argued. Not because we weren’t right for each other.But because of me. Because of this disorder that follows me like a shadow I can’t outrun.Because I’m too much.Too intense.Too…
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By Carin Aharon I struggle to find my place. Some days I feel like I’m floating above life, watching everyone else know exactly who they are. Other days, I feel like I’m too much. Too intense, too loud, too sensitive, too everything. And still, there are days when I feel invisible. Living with bipolar disorder means constantly…
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by Carin Aharon It is different this time – the way he left.Not like a storm, not loud, not rough.He left like a man who thinks he’s had enough –but never once stopped to ask what it meant for meto carry the chaos so quietly. He left after a fight.Not a scream, not a break,just a “no,…
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by Carin Aharon Today, my partner came with me to therapy. Which already felt like inviting a civilian into a battlefield mid-blast. But plot twist: the war I thought I was fighting? Wrong coordinates. I found out today… I’m not schizophrenic. I’m bipolar. Just bipolar. No cosmic psychosis badge. No grand delusional arc. Just the…
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by Carin Aharon There’s a word in Japanese—Kodoku. It means loneliness. But not the kind you feel when no one answers your calls. It’s deeper. It’s a space—emotional, spiritual, poetic—between the self and the world. A space filled with yearning, pain, beauty, and sometimes… truth. But whose truth? That question echoes in me. Loud. Repeating.…
The Bipolar Path 