One of the most important things to remember in life is that everybody needs help sometimes. When I was first diagnosed with bipolar disorder, I refused any help that came my way. I didn’t want help from my parents, my teachers, or even my friends. I wanted help from a teenager who could understand what I was going through. I needed somebody who fought similar battles that I did to say there’s light at the end of the tunnel. I had a hard time just believing what my parents or teachers or friends would say because they didn’t truly understand the things that happened in my mind.