I am proud of myself for my sheer will to get diagnosed with the help of my compassionate and amazing aunt. I have been ignored; turned away by so many doctors for having anxiety or a panic disorder since I was 19 that I was hopeless. I truly could not understand why I was living the life that I was living, and how I was still existing. People don’t talk about this enough but cultural differences truly do shape your experience as a bipolar person. It’s hard for your family to wrap their head around your experiences, to understand the ebbs and flows, and it creates this guilt on your end that you’re putting too much of a burden on them. So you have to reevaluate, to rethink how you act and how you maneuver through this world in your state of mind. I’m not saying I’m not proud of my journey, I am simply hoping to inspire the uninspired.