Friendships are hard for a bipolar, anxiety-ridden introvert. Other than my years of being bullied, friendships were good overall. By 11th grade…and college…and early years of my career, friends were sprinkled throughout. Not many, but enough. None lasted, although I thought they would. As much as I tried to keep them near, they drifted further… Read More Outing My Bipolar Self
The Face of Mental Illness My face, calm and expressionless. My eyes, focused sternly on nothing.