It’s kind of crazy to hear about other people’s families suffering from the same exact disorder that I’m personally suffering from. I guess the silver lining of this whole ordeal is the chance for me to be there for other people who are going through what I’ve been through and for empathizing with them rather than getting sympathy and half-assed pity from people who do not even understand the entire situation. To be honest, I’ve been angry at God for the past nine months for taking away things from me that I was so happy with. But now that I look back at it, I was living in my own world of fantasy where everyone cared for my own well being. In reality, the world does not revolve around me and people will live according to their own agendas and their comfort. I’m done being angry and bitter about it (not going to lie, there are moments where I think back at it and I want to curse all the people who made my life a living hell) and now I just need to fully realize that it all happened for a reason. For me to be able to see who are my true friends and to truly appreciate and value my family. So yes. I truly hope I can be some sort of a living testimony to everyone suffering from bipolar disorders….or any type of psychological disorder for that matter.