(30 sec read) A catch-22 exists for anyone navigating high functioning madness: your ability to perform “normally” masks underlying struggles, leaving those to struggle all alone without resource or support.

Before my diagnosis was appreciated in full, my partner called my bipolar “a convenient excuse” to be mean. It wasn’t. I was white knuckling thread-tethers teeth gritted going mad. It took eventual mental health breakdowns for the illness to be finally respected for what it was: extremely difficult and 💔

Point being, 3 decades of high functioning “normalcy” left me completely pants down come Humpty Dumpty crash. I had to convince people the problems were real. Catch yourself (and others) from falling. It’s a long way down.

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