#onselfloathing

I loathe the situation I am in. I never dreamed that I would fall apart and be pulling myself back together at 31.

But directing that loathing at myself is unfair and counterproductive.

I didn’t know I was bipolar.

What I did, I did under the influence of a mental illness I had no knowledge of.

By seeking help now, and confronting my bipolar disorder and mental health head-on, I am acting bravely and wisely.

Past me is in the past.

I live with the consequences of his actions, but I am not him.

I am present me, and I am proud of myself for seeking help, and for squarely confronting my mental health issues.