I saw this and it brought back memories as a child. Boy was i mouthy but i didn’t really get in super trouble for it. I did get voted most rowdiest my senior year. Over all i had a good childhood. Being a latch key kid and an only child it was lonely at times but i had books and movies to entertain myself. I was a good kid over all. But i can see the bipolar even then… suicidal thoughts, low self esteem to big swings in grandiose thinking. I’d go from taking over the world to crying at the slightest misgivings. I grew up on a farm and i wouldn’t change it for anything. I read a Post from a great friend on here that we shouldn’t compare our experiences to others. And that is very much true. At the same time i can’t help think of things i squandered or took for granted that others didn’t have. I think I’m proof that mental illness can effect anyone. I know i can’t be anyone else but sometimes i wonder who’d i be if not for my brain. Can i grieve for that person? Or should i just be grateful i am who i am? I think that was the point of her post. We can be us with our feelings without invalidating others. I’m so happy she wrote it… it made me think tonight.