I wrote a book with hidden words. You can read them, but I’ve been hiding how I feel from many people. It’s a book about level 37, cheese and donuts. I know that doesn’t make sense to you right now. These are words that I wish I could say to people I love or loved. They’re poems that represent how I feel as a woman living with Bipolar Disorder. My mental illness (whether I like it or not) has severely impacted my interpersonal relationships. I’ve said some harsh words, hurt people, and some of those individuals have injured my heart.