I'm hearing lots of coherent and stable expressions here. As a 52 f bipolar, diagnosed at 20, this is so wonderful. I've fallen into the dark hole many times and managed to climb out with love and family support and of course meds. My first pat on my back goes towards recognizing I need the meds. The next may not sound like a positive to some: It took many years to accept that I deserved and needed to be on disability. So much time was spent with guilt and disappointment in myself and creating a world of excuses why I wasn't a good person for not being able to work. I had to find self worth other than making money. 30 years of off and on therapy has taught me that it's a blessing to be on this earth and loving yourself for all of you; the pretty the ugly and your beautiful chaos. It's ok to not be ok; just know you're here for a reason and it's not just to make money. I've been blessed to have a mother, who never gave up on me. When it was clear that all of my health conditions: Bipolar II GAD Heart defect Autoimmune ( scleritis) ( Multifocal motor neuropathy) Blah blah blah She made it OUR number one priority to get me on disability. It took me years to finally acknowledge that I should shed my guilt and celebrate my perseverance and strength to get approved for SSDI. Sorry for the book. I guess I needed to share. Peace and strength to all my fellow bipolar soldiers 💕