My latest depressive episode knocked me off my feet and once again I felt defenseless, hopeless and helpless. Before I knew it, I had spiraled down the black hole I’m all too familiar with.
It seemed to last an eternity, like it always does, and day by day I became less optimistic about the cloud lifting. One afternoon, I went to Google for some answers.
I’m not sure why I felt the need to indulge in more research – I mean, after all, I’ve been battling bipolar disorder for 35 years and have numerous books, articles and resources about coping with mental health issues.
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