A Hug and a Whisper

In the battle against Bipolar Disorder, one often feels alone. This is nothing new. The disease is such that we are left feeling powerless. No one will ever feel the way that we feel, will never know the highs and lows, will never know the agony of suicidal ideation when things get so bad it seems there is no other way out. I have felt this way most of my life.Do not misunderstand: I have a loving family and a vast arsenal of friends who would all do whatever it takes to help me. The problem...