It was my lived experience, not theirs. I was the one who got swept up in mania before being spat back down to the hellish depths of depression. I was the one who lost track of time and memories. I was the one whose will weakened with every passing day. I was the one without faith or hope for the future. I was the one whose mind chipped away at my soul. And I was the one who had to live like this until the day I died.
