Living with bipolar disorder is like being the Goldilocks of your own brain, always in search of the state of Just Right. Just Right is when I’m Me—generally sanguine, frivolous, whimsical, with a touch of grumpy old lady. When I’m manic, I’m Too Much Me. When I’m depressed, I’m Not Enough Me. But isn’t that true of everyone? Aren’t we all in search of a state of Just Right in our lives? In our relationships, in our jobs, in our souls?
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