Rollercoaster of Denial
Rollercoaster of Denial Accepting that I was bipolar was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. I felt like my dreams would shatter into a world of insanity. It was too overwhelming for me. I tried to cling onto my dreams, but couldn’t. They were like sand running through my fingers. I felt like I couldn’t hold onto anything, having bipolar disorder. “There goes my life,” I thought. I went insane. All my life I was told how smart I was. My teachers raved about how successful I’d be. Mr. Cotten, always told me that I was a diamond in the rough. He said I would do great things because I was so determined. He always uplifted me and said I would make all my dreams come true and accomplish all my goals. My psychology teacher, Ms. Bayha, said I was so driven. She was all about female power. She motivated me and said I would move mountains. My honors English teacher, Mrs. Cervantes, said I was such a talented and natural writer. I would write my essays during nut