While I was pretty steady now, my mood swings could be a lot—okay one day and then unable to pull myself out of bed the next, and when I did struggle, my mood swings were often cycling rapidly, so I was all over the place, and people around me had no idea what to expect. Mental illness was a bitch. I took medication for it, but it had plagued me for most of my life. People had judged me for it, walked away from me because of it, looked at me like I was broken because of it.
