Your perspective on life comes from the cage you were held captive in.
I’m bipolar, but I’m not crazy, and I never was. I’m stark raving sane.
Absurdity and anti—absurdity are the two poles of creative energy.
Mental illness is not in the business of making sense of itself.
I’m not bipolar, I’ve just had a bipolar life foisted upon me.
It is in my head! That’s why it’s called Mental Illness.
If you can still wipe your own backside then life’s not that bad!