Bipolar disorder has been such a shameful and an incredibly misunderstood place for me. Full of false guilt, embarrassment and regret. Confusion, anger and sadness. And plenty of hurt. Until three weeks ago, it’s been my dark little secret for almost eleven years.
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I apologize for my lack of posts for the past month. My professors have a tendency to pack all the exams at the beginning of the month and then I lose track of the times I need to submit entries in.
On the brighter side, I am four weeks away from graduation.
I graduate with a chemistry degree.
At the moment, I’m in a difficult situation, where I am trying to manage to pass my classes.
Duration of the semester, I relapsed into a manic state where my thoughts were disproportional, my focus was scattered and I just couldn’t study at all.