Ok, I need to post this. After all that day yesterday, crying at work and wanting to die, I dragged myself into the gym. The result was amazing. I was another person, happy, calling my friend, talking for one hour about future and possible changes.

My friend made me feel like myself again, because there was no preconceived judgments put on the table, just comforting and advising. No pressures, no responsibilities, just that look to our lives and what we want from it, in the big picture.

At the same time, talking to him was like having to carry alone the weight of being sick. No sharing. No excuses. No whining and asking for help. No feeling too fragile to stand up. And it was good. It is an exercise I should practice more frequently.

There are some people that are against the doctor's attitude of labeling us constantly as sick persons, because it would turn us into hopeless and desperate people. And people without hope don't seek for the strength to get better, rather, they try to commit suicide. Will A bipolar person be sick for the rest of their life?