A Little Bit Manic, Maybe

Living with Bipolar Disorder, Anxiety Disorder, and PTSD

I used to cling to my diagnoses like labels that gave me a pass in life. It was okay if I acted the fool or mismanaged myself because I have bipolar disorder (Type 1, the “bad” kind), anxiety disorder, and PTSD. I had a service dog (not an emotional support animal). I kept a letter in my wallet allowing my (ex) husband to go…